"Let's talk qualifications. He has to be cute..." -- one hottie bends down to check his reflection in a car's curbside rearview -- "...But not full of himself. He has to be from the right kind of family..." -- two dudes get grody with a passing lady -- "...Ugh, but not disgusting." A totally cute, totally weird-looking dude is pulled along by a million little dogs, right into her, and she drops her hotdog. "Whoa! Oh, oh, aw... I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" She notes her lunch, now being devoured by a little pug named Linus, and the boy digs around in his pocket, coming up with ... his last dollar. She tells him to save it, because she knows how weird it is to walk around the city with no money, and he offers her an IOU instead. Having already crossed his hot ass off the list of contenders, she blows him off, but he cutely explains that he was actually just trying to give her his number. She's wearing an intense patterned scarf, like Pier One condensed into the form of a single scarf, over a cute double-breasted purple jacket. "Thank you. I mean, it's fine. I mean, I'm really not even that hungry." They are delightful some more, and he looks back at her over his shoulder, and the second he's gone she trashes his number, freaking out Elise. "He's a dog walker. I need a king, not a jester. Come on, let's go lurk outside Dalton." I really do love the new Jenny. She will blow your mind and then immediately blow your mind again. And every time she's cruisin' for a bruisin', and you think she's finally cashed out, she just gets back on the pony and rides off further into crazy. Excellent.

Nate comes into Vanessa's coffeeshop, where she's working at her laptop. He tries to come up with her name, and she grins up at him without standing. "Vanessa. You're Nate, right? You play a very small but crucial role in my video project." Nate's like, "Yeah, right, your art or whatever. I remember you following Dan around with your video camera." Or, you know, lockpicks, depending on how weird you are at any given time. Dan walks up and greets him, and Nate explains that he's there pay it forward, having taken "every SAT prep and review class in the five boroughs." He plops down about ten inches of study materials, and Dan's impressed. Nate explains that he's already taken the SATs anyway. "My parents don't want me going to USC, so I had to make sure my scores were good enough to get in without their help. Which, thanks to these books, they were, so I'm done." I love Nate Archibald. He's got a plan. Vanessa is unimpressed, of course: "While we all love hearing about the struggles of the idle rich, Dan's got a fine tutor right here. I ace every practice test I take. So we don't need your hand-me-downs." Dan explains that in fact Nate is doing something awesome, and you don't piss on gifts like that, ever, because sometimes Dan actually does need to explain basic shit to Vanessa Abrams.