"Fashion is the most powerful art there is! It's movement, design, and architecture, all in one! It shows the world who we are and who we'd like to be! Just like your scarf suggests that you'd like to sell used cars!" And, the cherry on that sundae? Vanessa gave him the scarf. Of course.
Blair abruptly tells Dan to stop wasting her time and fuck off, because she has her mysterious internship, about which she won't even tell her BFF Dan. He's keeping his a secret too, because he's starting to understand how B operates, and then he jokes about meeting her at the Morgan -- her choice, note, the Degas -- wearing his "most fashionable toe-shoes."
Remember that part in Leonard Part Six when Bill Cosby put on the magic toe-shoes and danced past the animal-human hybrids? I think about that, like, constantly.
Serena runs into Damien Dalgaard, who has become awesome this year (and in fact is out getting coffee for his young friend Eric), and she's like, "What's up, asshole?" He apologizes to her about the time she got kidnapped and roofied and murdered and committed to a mental hospital, and for once she doesn't laugh about how serious everybody takes that. It's sad because he honestly is like, "Are you okay? I was really scared!" and she's all, "Look, I couldn't care less about clearing your conscience! When are you gonna realize your occupation hurts people?" Which is true on one level, but... Not any of the levels where Serena lives, so suck it up.
Damien points out that he's not a pusher, Cadie, and it's not fair to say that because roofies and ether don't kill people, Juliets kill people. "I guess you're only half responsible that I almost died." She takes off congratulating herself, and I presume that Damien goes back to his ambassadorial apartments to have more sex with her little brother. Or whatever is the deal. Hugging, hand-holding, dreams about the future. Finding shapes in the pressed-tin ceiling above the four-poster. I'm going to go with sex, though, because I don't know if you have ever met a Damien Dalgaard but that's the deal.
W Fashion closet! Exciting! B babbles and burbles and wiggles and tickles, with her editorial boss Epperly, whom I very much appreciate. I'm happy about the existence of Epperly. "I saw that movie too? But this is real life, not some Hollywood chick flick where a girl with a scrunchie gets a makeover and triumphs in the end." (B is like, Real life isn't movies? Pull the other one, Skinny.) She proudly chirps, "I have never owned a scrunchie!" and Eps goes, "I think I read that on your résumé."