Anyway, Jenny's overjoyed for two seconds because of all the fucking running around and going crazy she's been doing, apparently she completely forgot to design some clothes with all this free time on her hands, and without Agnes there to tell her how this is an opportunity to create a whole new awesome line -- and then blow up it up or something -- all she needed was some mean girl to remind her of her entire job as a high school dropout. She reigns in the joy and goes, "I'm very expensive." Proving once again that Humphreys really just don't get it. Penelope's like, "Um, yeah. Good."
Lily, who is just like Jenny in many ways, has been going six kinds of Waldorf on the Snowflake Ball rather than dealing with her rapidly decomposing family -- and of course, just like her daughter, has managed to shoehorn in her old love Rufus even though I'm so sure. "Well, when you just happened to mention my background in sound systems and lack of volunteer hours at the last PTA meeting, I sort of got your signal." Because if there's one thing Rufus Humphrey really understands, it's the subtleties. Lily looks great in a black thing with a purple bow that matches her eyeshadow; Rufus looks like Rufus. Let it never be said that Lily leaps before she looks: it's just that half the time she doesn't know she's making the decision until after the consequences of the decision show up. She's like Blair, all "Oh man you're totally right. I did not see myself doing that incredibly baroque and complicated thing because I didn't notice that I wanted any of that stuff to happen, and yet it turned out just like I couldn't admit I wanted it to."
They talk about how they don't talk about Bart, just like how every conversation is about not having a conversation about Bart, and she admits that she's totally freezing him out for so-so reasons, but isn't interested in resuming relations with him until after the holidays. She -- again, just like her daughter -- invites Rufus to the dance under the pretext of discussing her husband, and Rufus is like, "Maybe, but I just spotted your husband so I'm out." I love how every scene on this show is Bart running into Rufus under stranger and more implausible circumstances, and still Lily is classy enough to be like, "What an absurd string of coincidences!" Rufus bounces, Bart comes up begging for her to stop acting insane, she totally refuses, and ices him out some more.
Welcome to the Bedford Avenue gallery, where apparently we're only showing Aaron Rose installations (and selling Starbucks coffee) now. Check back in with us next week, when we have an exciting new opening by up-and-coming RISD graduate Aaron Rose. Tonight's special guest: Lexi the Exie, also known as the worst fucking human being ever to be born of mortal man and woman. How much of this episode's total love affair with Vanessa Abrams is leveraged against the fact that Exie is seriously the worst goddamn thing? She's like if you took all the worst parts of Rufus, Dan, Chuck, Vanessa, Idi Amin, and Sauron and put them all in a cute and tiny girl-sized piece of dickhead.