Ben is doing some whining of his own, over at the loft. He tells Sean that he's "forgotten what it's like to live in a perfect environment." Hmm, I remember a few times when he thought that living with Sean at the loft was not so perfect. Sean declares that people should not say, "'Want to get an apartment together?' They should say, 'Want to get a hassle together?'" Ben is stretched out on the sofa and is under such stress that his hair looks terrible. It's somewhat like Anthony Michael Hall's was in Sixteen Candles. He continues to whinge about calling in an exterminator until Sean gives him some advice about tackling his problems with a business plan, or some other entrepreneurial mumbo-jumbo. Ben states that his first step will be to fix the sink, but he needs to rest on the sofa a while longer before he springs into action.

Julie confesses to the videocamera that she met her birth father over the summer. It turns out that her kidney was not suitable for donation and he ended up dying. However, she's glad that she got to know him before he passed away. I guess rodent-to-human organ transplant procedures haven't been perfected yet.

Out on the street, Felicity is carrying another sack of groceries. She tells Sean that it contains the ingredients to make her mother's rosemary chicken that she plans to make for Ben for a "romantic dinner." Sean asks how her parents are doing. She confesses that they're getting divorced. She quickly changes the subject because she doesn't "want to talk about it." I guess the rosemary chicken recipe couldn't work its magic for her parents.

Later on, Ben has his head under the kitchen sink, trying to fix it. Neighbour chickie appears at the door wanting to use Felicity and Ben's tub. The apartment manager has told her not to use her tub because it could make the pipes "explode" but since she's a dancer, she really needs a "bath for [her] back." Ben lamely tries to stop her but she pushes her way in.