In the courtyard of the Palace, the fucking Humphreys are making asses of themselves with their stupid disallowed tree, huffing and puffing and polyblending in front of everybody in their stupid Polar Fleece and reversible nonsense. Note please that this is not the last time a stupid ass Humphrey will show up in this spot dressed inappropriately, or carrying undue baggage. They drop the tree and and discuss how they're going to get it past the "humorless concierge," which character the show is so half-assedly interested in making real. I wish his ass was all over the place, like on Samantha Who?. They talk about sneaking it in various ways and how very heavy it is, and then Lily appears to make everything wonderful as usual. This is ... this is the Chrismukkah moment. And I'm happy for it, but this is like the fifth week where this same scenario has been the Chrismukkah moment, so it's kind of understated. Instead of like ten angels blowing horns as she appears, it's more like three or two. "Hey, Mrs. van der Woods...er...Lily, hi." Lily's heart melts, as did mine, when he says this. "Dan. Jenny. Tree," she hellos. Dan explains about the no-tree policy, "which is why Dan's about to ask you for a favor," mumbles Jenny adorably. "Ah. Does it involve distracting Dexter and sneaking into the elevator?" asks Lily, positively radiant and adorable. Dan's like, "Yeah." She tells them it won't work: "Never. He has the eyes of a hawk, and he takes his job very seriously." Which we've all noticed. "But Bobby at the service entrance... I think he could be bought." They smile. "Come." It's been over ten years, but every Christmas, I just want to hang out with Kelly Rutherford. Even more, this year. She is an actual mathematical constant in my life. Lord.