When we return, we're back in the past, as Bennett awkwards her way up to a table at a crowded outdoor lunch area at the "Tucson Institute Of Technology," and I'll leave it to you to decide if the resultant acronym is merely a happy accident. Said table contains two loud, annoying girls who barely stop chattering when Bennett asks if they're done to tell her she can take their trays, like, the fact that Bennett's holding a full tray in both hands makes their obliviousness...well, still pretty believable, actually. Bennett, with far more courage than most geeks in this situation would have, clarifies that she's not a waitress, and plows on through the total bitches' eye-rolls and incredulous looks at each other to point out that the place is extremely crowded, they're taking up four spaces for two of them, and also, they're obviously finished. The blonde of the pair says they're not finished. "Does it look like we're finished?" Bennett busts out her literalism-as-a-weapon that I love so much in saying that yes, she just said that, but she's obviously not getting anywhere until Caroline appears out of nowhere and feigns some bisque-related nausea, or something, and that's all the bitches need to hear to quickly bring their empty-headed narrative elsewhere, for which I find myself thanking Caroline. Have I been too hard on her in the past? Doesn't seem likely, but I'm willing to keep an open mind. As soon as the girls are gone, Caroline drops the dry heaves and slyly asks if Bennett would like to join her, and Bennett, charmed, takes her up on the offer. After introductions are exchanged, they establish that Bennett's a neuroscience major, and then Caroline gives a stock liberal-arts speech about how she doesn't want to be tied down to one thing and blah, and Bennett's a lonely enough geek to lap that crap up with a spoon...