Blair puts down her pen, and without looking up says she's happy for her. "B, I know you don't approve of him..." True, Blair scoffs. "And I know that he's not the Twenty-Second Lord of Westmorelandshire." Also true. S is sad, and finally just asks why B isn't being supportive. "Have you two talked about everything? All the very real reasons you broke up last year?" Serena admits that they have not, "not completely" anyway, and Blair says that when they do -- provided they're still together, which everybody including both of them knows they won't be -- she'll spout a little sunshine. "Till then, I think you're just fooling yourselves." Word, girl. Serena's put off, and B doesn't really care, answering the phone with a fake bright smile. "Duchess! To what do I owe this pleasure?" Serena mumbles and leaves; Blair just waves her away. And yes, there's a bit of irony in B daring to call anybody out on "fooling yourself," especially in terms of romance, but that doesn't mean she's wrong about this. "Sneaky little Nate! Yes, I know exactly the girl you're talking about. Her name is Vanessa. She lives in... Brooklyn."
Nate gets off the Palace elevator into the Bass suite, where Chuck is swanning around in a Heff robe with a doobie in hand. "Smoke?" Nate begs off and Chuck asks what he wants. "About last week... Um, the money? I, uh, I might have overreacted a little." Chuck says that's an understatement, and Nate agrees. "Yeah. And, hey, if you can, I would love to take you up on the offer. As a loan..." Chuck reminds him of his mysterious other sources, which Nate characterizes as "asking for a lot," and Chuck is not that sorry to tell him more bad news: "I'd love to accommodate you, but when you spurned my offer I sent the money to my financial guides." Nate's eyes go wide. "It's tied up in bonds for six months." Nate swallows and plays it off, promising for the eightieth time to "find another way." (I think at this point it's safe to say that he will; I just wish it involved punching and then fucking over the Captain, God willing.) "So, uh, have you seen Blair and Lord Fauntleroy recently?" Of course not! Nate's been too busy alternately slumming and whoring that ass. Chuck evinces a big old headache and Nate asks if he's okay. Chuck hums in the negative, copping to being "off [his] game of late," but -- in his own little hopeful way -- says he's expecting a return to form soon. As in now, I guess: The butler brings in some girl from Tokyo and they bow to each other very slowly while Nate rolls his eyes and Chuck says "Konnichiwa" like it's a particularly exotic sex act and I have to say that is probably the weirdest thing that happens in the whole episode.