Rufus is still confused as to why Scott planned and played out this massively weird hoax on everybody that doesn't even make sense, and Scott's like, "Yeah, my story is not hanging together at all," and Rufus invites him and Tragic Mom over for some fucking waffles and endless talking. Scott says he's had enough of all that, but that this has been "a good first step." Toward what? Knowing people that have literally no connection to you whatsoever beyond the fact that you have hoodwinked them for no actual reason?
"You've got... You've got a great family, Mr. Humphrey, and my brother would have been proud to know you, All of you." They shake hands, and Rufus puts his arms around Scott, and holds him tightly. And Scott's heart melts; he smiles hugely. "You don't know how much that means to me," Rufus says. Which makes me think, suddenly, that he does.
The Lost Boy: "Well, then, good-bye," the woman said, and they shook hands. "I'm glad if I could show you. I'm glad if --" She did not finish, and at length she said: "Well, then, that was a long time ago. You'll find everything changed now, I guess. It's all built up around here now -- and way out beyond here, out beyond where the Fair Grounds used to be. I guess you'll find it changed."
Rufus watches Scott walk slowly to his mother, and take her hand; she hugs him while Rufus watches.
They had nothing more to say. They just stood there for a moment on the steps, and then shook hands once more.
Serena's not raising Carter on the phone; Blair approaches and asks if it's even worth the risk. "I don't know, you tell me. You and Chuck are two of the most self-centered, damaged people I know..." B's not following. "Well? Somehow two wrongs make a twisted right." (Take my dress, here.) "You don't think it was worth the risk?" She puts the painting into Blair's hands, taking care of their relationship as tenderly and quietly as always, and rolls her eyes: "Here. You know what to do with this." Blair drops the Table Élitaire invite and smiles: "Damn him..." S nods to herself with a job well done as usual, and then picks up the invite, noticing the CLUE of the distinctive "G" in "Good luck." She takes off to avenge some more shit, still sighing and rolling her eyes as she goes, because this place is a fucking circus and she has to hold her breath to even focus enough to live here.
B presents Chuck with the painting: "Because I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass." He delights in her. "And what about Le Table Élitaire?" Point being, she says, she believes in him. "And if this is what it takes for you to believe in you, then..." She gives a heavy sigh and kisses his cheek: "It's worth it." He smiles, so sweetly!