Aeryn's face falls at Jack's response: "No, he's talked about your societies, customs. Remarkable stuff!" Jack already knows what she's asking; I don't think she knows that. She tries another angle: "He thinks that your species and mine might somehow be linked." Jack says that he wouldn't be surprised -- Earth geneticists are still studying it -- but if he didn't know better, he'd think she was human. She snorts. "I'm not." And since she is proving so terribly bad at this conversation, in her fear and loneliness, he takes the next step for her, cutting to the quick, so like his son: "Do you wish you were?" She claims innocence, and he asks outright if she has feelings for his son. "Does that shock you?" No. "I suppose it might, if I thought of you as an alien life-form, but I don't. John has not said anything to me, but I believe he has feelings for you too." I've had this conversation too. "He did," says Aeryn. "Now..." But Jack knows: "Now, he's home. That's one of the things he's gonna have to sort out. Just give him time." She hums, and loves Jack, and heads back toward Earth.

Chez Alien on the Waterfront, where Sikozu is having a big fight with a cordless phone about how she's not having any kind of "biologic examination," acting like an "x-ray" is something unutterably horrible, with a large bruise on her forehead, and telling the person on the phone that if the other aliens are so into getting probed, they can damn well stick their probes up one of them. "You never know," says Chiana, predictably. "You might like it!" Which is funny and whatever, except what we don't know is that Sikozu has some serious fantastic reasons for not wanting anybody getting a look at her works. She finally tosses the phone out into the yard -- "Leave!" which I love -- and Rygel counsels her to eat one of his many hamburgers. "I do not want to eat. I want to go back to Moya!" Chiana says it's good, and gives her a gift for Pilot on which she's been working very hard. Suddenly Noranti bursts into song, accompanied by the Christmas book she's been trying to read. "Hark! The hirald angles sing-a! Glowry to the nude blowed king-a! Peach on Urp and murky millet! Goad and singers reckon sylled!" Chiana sings along, random words in a monotone, as Rygel grins. Sikozu finally snatches the book from Noranti's hands and tosses it out the door, onto the lawn.