The camera cuts to the interior of one of Lima's finer dining establishments, where the pregnancy-padded Terri's wolfing down her third piece of grasshopper pie while Will thoughtfully dips a French fry into a bowl of ketchup before wondering aloud, "How come you haven't had any morning sickness?" Terri's eyes widen in momentary panic, but Will obliviously fails to notice this in favor of explaining that Quinn's "been upchucking every fifteen minutes." "That's a really good sign!" Terri breathily enthuses while slyly angling to change the topic for a moment. "It means the baby's not a mongoloid!" Of course, this just makes Will worry about their nonexistent fetus's health even more, but Terri, thinking fast, hastens to reassure him. "You should ask Howard Bamboo about my Linda Blair impersonations every half hour at work." Will, idiot that he is, buys this, and is about to launch himself into another round of bitchery regarding the Rachel situation when their not unattractive waiter stops by to see how they're doing. Terri, of course, would like another slice of pie, but that's not important at the moment, because what really is important is that Will thinks he recognizes this Chris person from Spanish classes at McKinley a few years back. "Like, five years ago," Chris nods, before adding, "I go to Carmel now." "How is that possible?" Will buhs. "You must be 22." "Twenty-four," Chris corrects with a smile on his face. "I'm a sixth-year senior," he explains. "They keep failing me so I can stay in Vocal Adrenaline." "Is that legal?" Will eyebrows. "I'm the only one who can do the triple flip," Chris shrugs, and no, he's not the same guy who did the triple flip in the middle of "Rehab," but whatever, because Terri is hungry, and Will has suddenly stumbled across a cunning plan. This should go well for everyone involved.