Stella has made up a plate of brownies, which she shoos the kids away from, saying they contain "special adult medicine." You know, like Grandma's iced tea. She drafts one of the Ps to deliver the brownies to Lynette's sickbed. Should we be worried that there are only two left on the plate when the kid arrives? Lynette tries to beg off, but the kid is sweet enough that Lynette can't resist. Outside the door, Stella quietly beams at having succeeded in turning her grandson into a drug mule. So I guess the rest of the treats are accounted for, at least.

Adam and Katherine head out to Susan's party, leaving Julie and Dylan studying at the kitchen counter. Except they're not so much studying as gossiping about Dylan's "robo-mom." Dylan says that Katherine freaked out and shut down when Dylan asked her about her real dad. Julie suggests snooping around in some old papers, but alas, they're in a locked room. Well, so much for that. "What kind of lock is it?" Julie asks. Yeah, thought so.

Mike answers the door for Bree and Orson, because Susan isn't back from her OB appointment yet. He happens to mention that it's on Perverse Street (heh), and flutters off again. Orson wonders what Susan's doing seeing an OB in such a bad neighborhood, and mentions that two prostitutes were murdered there last year. Oops. Bree swallows her panic and says they should help Mike. That's quickly forgotten, however, when Katherine and Adam show up. "Open this -- now," Bree excitedly whispers to Orson, handing him the wine bottle. Sure, worry about Susan's besmirched cooter later.

Edie and Carlos are also getting ready to head over, and Edie's all done up in a Jackie O getup and hair. You know, just in case they decide to announce their engagement or something. Carlos tells her in no uncertain terms that they're doing no such thing. Edie agrees, but before she follows Carlos out the door she slips a giant ring on her finger. How she's able to hide her hand in her pocket with that huge rock on it, I have no idea.