Kem tiptoes around the house calling for Carter. In the process, she finds a photo of him without the beard, and she caresses his chin adoringly. Carter's in the kitchen making waffles; Kem enters and teasingly asks if he locked Emily the Stuffy Servant in the shed. "I gave her the day off," Carter says. "She's convinced we're going to burn the house down." Considering Kem just left a roaring fire unattended and without a screen, that Emily just might be on to something. Although I guess that's one way to get rid of The Beard: singe it off. Very subversive, Kem. She kisses Carter warmly and gets a mouthful of facial hair down her foolish gullet; she then asks if the hospital minded his taking a day off. "No, I think Luka's forced everybody to lower their expectations," Carter says. "If we show up without resigning, Weaver thinks it's a good day." Carter's got a list of things he plans to do with Kem on their day alone, mostly things he hasn't shown her in Chicago and which the chauffer didn't think to share. Carter wonders where to start. Kem touches The Beard and mischievously says, "I have an idea." Oh, sweet, sweet salvation, don't tease me like the lapdancing brute you can be -- please, can this be The Beard's Last Stand? Please.

Abby complains to Susan about Weaver's reprimand, calling it "condescending" and wondering if Susan would bother with a sexual history on a fourteen-year-old with an ankle sprain. Susan tactfully says it depends on the girl. Suddenly, Malarkey drifts past and gushes about how big Susan's getting, putting his hand on her belly as he asks if she minds the touching. "Yeah," she snaps, slapping him away. I'm guessing part of her problem is that if she's still having morning sickness, she's probably not showing enough for Malarkey's little gooey comment to be anything beyond insulting. Arnie's Inappropriate Touching radar goes off, and once he gets over the wistful pangs, he makes a note in his Injustice Files. Frank sasses, "Are you getting married? Or is that kid growing up a bastard?" Abby orders him to shut up. They should go the extra mile and hire a Greek chorus to stand there and shout, "Shut up, Frank," every fifteen minutes.