Bree and Detective Barton are at lunch, a nice place with white tablecloths and flowers. Barton, who's wearing a coat and tie, smiles hugely and tells Bree how happy he is that she called, especially considering how awkward things have been between them. Bree, uncommonly animated: "Oh, you mean your having suspected me of murdering my husband? Detective, that is all water under the bridge now." And then she takes a big swig of white wine. Bree is tipsy, maybe! She confesses that she has an "ulterior motive" for calling and inviting Barton to lunch. She tells him about the Applewrongs, how something about them is just "off." Barton explains that he can't "run a background check" on her neighbors just because they're "odd." Bree gives a not-too-disappointed little "ohh," like maybe she expected she might get this answer. Barton asks her if the Applewrongs are the only reason she asked him to lunch. Bree innocently tells him yes, that was pretty much it. Barton laughs, and then confides, "During the investigation I just thought there was kind of a...spark between us. You know, I thought this might be a date." Bree looks blindsided, but she recovers well, and regretfully informs him otherwise. Barton pretends this is fine, and tells her, "When do I ever get to have lunch with such a lovely lady anyway. Date or...no date." By the time he makes it to the end of this sentence, he's looking glum indeed. Bree tries to push the Applewrong issue again, claiming she knows there's something wrong with them because has a "sixth sense about people." Barton: "And yet you got engaged to the man who murdered your husband." Wow, Barton sure is crabby about his Date getting demoted to date. And yet...well played. I'm glad someone finally said it!

At the hospital, a nurse okays Susan's blood pressure and tells her she's free to go. Susan is thrown. Isn't Dr. Young going to come in and [open perv-quote]examine[close perv-quote] her? The nurse explains that the good doctor only participates in the follow-up exams if something turns out to be wrong. Susan gets that "crafty imbecile" look of hers. Uh oh.

Cut to Dr. Young, who asks Susan, "You're experiencing nausea, chills, and tingling, huh?" Susan: "Yeahhhh. But now that I think about it, I bet it's just all the coffee I drink. I drink way too much coffee. Do you like to drink coffee?" Run, Dr. Young, run! Dr. Young, who doesn't like coffee, tries to steer things back to talk of tingling. Susan: "I should switch to juice. I know the best juice place, you would love it. Do you drink juice?" Ugh! But Dr. Young isn't even listening. He's reading her chart and looking very concerned. "Wow, Susan? How often have you been having these involuntary muscle spasms?" Susan hems and haws and says something about just needing a "good massage." Dr. Young grabs Susan's chin and looks deep into her eyes. She swoons, and he tells her he's going to schedule her for an MRI. Susan blusters that she doesn't think that's necessary. Dr. Young: "You a doctor?" Susan: "I got high marks in math and science..."