Rory is getting ready for her candy-striping assignment...in her insanely decorated room...wait. What the hell is on the walls? Is that wallpaper that looks like wood beams? IS IT? Is it paint? I must know. And then I must have my mind erased so that I forget it exists. The rest of the room, as much as we can see, I am totally down with, but what is happening on the walls?! No. We mustn't speak of it again. The maid du jour (and ha ha, she's French so that's twice as funny) comes in with an empty clothes rack and mutilates a French accent explaining that Meesees Geelmoorh has instructed her to clean out Rory's closet, removing the clothing that is no longer appropriate for the season. Rory says she doesn't really dress seasonally; rather she "goes with the flow." The maid says that that is what The Grandmother would like to "correct." Rory is mulling this over when her phone rings. It's Emily, calling from Helsinki. She says the city is cold and contains a population of walking dead; she goes on to widely insult Finland and all its people and culture, in general. Rory is trying to deter the maid from taking all her light layers while Emily rolls on. She says she'll be delayed an extra day and thus not back in time to host the DAR mixer that is to take place at the house. She wants Rory to do it. After all, there's nothing Constance Bedderton would like better than to oust Emily from the DAR "and then jump in the air like a cheerleader and land, doing the splits!" Rory cringes and, distracted by La Maid trying to remove white pants from her closet, says she'll be glad to host the mixer. (Note: No, girl, don't wear white after Labor Day. I know such rules are old-fashioned. I get that. But winter white exists for this very reason, so just...please.) Emily is grateful (as much as she can be) and says she'll check in later to brief Rory on some of the canapés. "Good," Rory says. "I'm rusty on canapés." She turns in time to see that the maid has made off (again, ha!) with most of her wardrobe.