Oh, and also? Deb thinks she's found the name of the witness Harry was fucking, way back when. Dexter's ears definitely perk up to that little piece of information, but Deb's holding off on elaborating for now. "Don't want to step on my dick there, either." Dexter sighs the sigh of a man whose life could explode on any of a million fronts.
Deb leaves, only to be replaced by shiny, happy Rita. She leads Dexter to the yard, where, joined by the kids, Dexter places the final touches on what appears to be his Shed of Solitude. No idea why his Shed of Solitude needed to be painted every shade of the LaGuerta Pastel Rainbow. (Though, I will say, it's not nearly as screamingly queer as the barn in these photos.) Inside, Dexter's able to set down his Trunk o' Murderin' Tools, and we see they've even installed an air conditioner, the better to keep his Box o' Blood Slides. I start to question the need for A/C in an exterior shed before I realize it's Miami and I'm surprised their faces haven't melted to the ground yet.
DVO blathers on about evolution and learning to be more "myself" around the fam. Rita has one more thing for Dexter: a padlock for the shed. Dexter faux-protests that they don't need it, but Rita's resolute. They've got kids, and "there's dangerous stuff in there." Oh for Pete's sake, Rita, like they've never seen a BONE SAW before.
Joe R is only kidding. Kids don't get exposed to bone saws until high school. He can be reached for confirmation of the legal age of Trinity's son at firstname.lastname@example.org.