Carter limps through the hallway, catching Abby's attention. "Can I get you a cane?" she teases. Carter struts that women often find helplessness charming. "In puppies, maybe," snorts Abby. So Carter goes for the jugular: "Still avoiding Luka?" Sighing, Abby sits Carter down and examines his foot while explaining that the real problem with Luka lies in his aquarium. "This morning, I had to go to his place to get one of my sweaters, and I smashed his fish tank," she states matter-of-factly. Carter stares. "It was an accident!" she defends herself. But she hasn't replaced it, nor has she confessed. "OW!" Carter yells when she tweaks the glass shard. Wryly, Abby asks whether he wants lidocaine. Carter -- no joke -- spreads his legs, leans back, and growls, "Just do it." Smoke rises from his loins. Abby raises her eyebrows. "That's one big piece of..." and before anyone vomits here, she says "glass" and not the name of a pork product. She begs Carter to help her sneak a giant fish tank into Luka's place. He resists, but we all know he's bound to agree because he's a big fat sucker and Abby is the pacifier he craves. "May I remind you I just removed a thorn from your paw?" she wheedles. And -- whoop, there it is, he's in.