Dan and Serena meet up for dinner and Aaron's like, "Have fun on your date!" and they are awkward about how it's not a date and then Serena gives Aaron a most perfectly practiced over the shoulder smile. Which is exactly the reason she should be working with Dan as a team on the Blair thing instead of letting him fly solo, because of all the ways she has no idea, this is not one of them.
Angela's with Rayanne at Let's Bolt!, worrying about how she has to unmake and remake an entire dress and instead is hanging out with Rayanne, who's like the adorable little devil on her shoulder that keeps calling her "dude" ten billion times in every exchange, and is also right this second wearing a droog hat. Their drinks arrive and Rayanne's like, I so covet your dress, who made it -- "I mean, it's definitely not Eleanor Waldorf..." -- and Angela snorts to herself, "Not yet." She admits she made that plaid dress herself, and Rayanne drags her off toward the bathroom so that they can trade clothes.
Moments later, awesomely, Jenny is wearing Agnes's crocheted vest, bowler hat and seven billion necklaces, looking almost presentable if utterly insufferable, and "Partie Traumatic" is playing: "Hugs and kisses from the girls and the boys/ We get automatic.../ This jungle is massive/ So please don't be so passive, be aggressive, impress us! Yes it's magic, yes magic/ Oh it's partie traumatic/ Do it! This planet is static/ We are stepping galactic/ And just a bit satanic/ ...Unemployed -- we get automatic!"
Agnes introduces Jenny to creepy RISD photographer Max: hipster, who's wearing a head wrap and is constantly snapping pictures at all times like he's daring you to beat the ever-loving shit out of him, but nobody does. This week. Mostly, though, it's about the moment when Jenny comes out of the bathroom, trying on the big-girl clothes of a not-so-big young lady and hoping nobody notices how young she feels; hoping they'll fit.
Walking with coffee after dinner but before the opening, Serena's like, "Gross me out that you sent Blair to my house on a seduction mission," and Dan points out that his place would be weird, with Nate on the couch, and Serena's like, "Yeah! Tell me all about what it's like to have his fine ass around all the time." And try though he might to express the beauty and tenderness with which any of us would describe the glory of Nate waking us each morning with that sunny smile and delightful disposition, Serena is not paying attention because her phone keeps pinging her with updates from Blair, who predictably is going nuts at her house like a ferret on fire in a cage also made out of fire. Your loss, Serena, because of all the endings I can imagine to Dan's "I don't think I ever realized how much he..." trust when I say you would enjoy each of them more than the last, starting with "Enjoys spooning."