Outside, girlfriend is bereft, and takes a moment to pull it together before dropping her aforementioned mail all over the floor. Kneeling by a credenza outside Chuck's office, she finds something wonderful. GG: "In biblical times, destiny was delivered in the form of stone tablets or a burning bush*. But today, true destiny is often engraved and carries an embossed seal."

You've been invited to Le Table Élitaire. Good luck...

*(Maybe this counts as a CLUE. I can't think of a single time the words "fever" or "embers" or whatever didn't relate directly to you know who, and there are a lot of Old Testament references that end up coming back to her, because she is mighty and because of OMJC.) So we pull back on Blair crouched primly on the floor, phoning Serena immediately with much excitement.

Dan stalls for a bit before heading to Georgina's door, but because she is spooky she opens it immediately before he can knock. He says words. "I was just, uh, I... I... I wanted to talk to you about us. No... Not us us." She continues to grin amazingly. "It's, uh, look, here's the thing. But I just want to make sure we're on the same page about us..." Her smile finally falls, and she does the ankle-dip. "...'Hanging out' like we do." Boys are so gross. God. You can actually hear the airquotes. "If you want me to leave, I can understand. Uh..." She asks if this was his first of those talks -- not that he said anything -- and then assures him that he's adorable. She leans in way weirdly, over the threshold (note that for later), and kisses him, then invites him for pizza. "Don't worry. No strings," she says, and he closes the door behind her. "I like pizza..." He thanks his lucky stars, quietly: "That was easy!"

Blair's back in her yellow ruffles, walking Serena in the park. Serena has not heard of Le Table Élitaire. Blair is helpful: "The Elite Table!" Thanks, B. "How have you not heard of them?" S points out that if she'd heard of the secret society it wouldn't be a secret, and B expounds: "They're modeled after the grandes ecoles in France. Secret salons for the elite of academic institutions. Finally, something exclusive to strive for, something worthy of all my pent-up energy and attention!" This last word so emphatic that S laughs. "So I take it you and Chuck still haven't..." No. And this way they can both "focus" on something.