Which, can I just say that while this was a good episode, I really don't like that B was sidelined on the Thanksgiving episode? It just didn't feel like an event like it did last year, and I think this is why. I mean, this could be central to whatever her storyline is coming up, but it just seems kind of filler-y, and I know that in two weeks there's going to be the big event episode, but that seems clearly van der Woodsen-Humphrey-Bass-related, so I feel like we missed out on a good chunk of Blair's day. Anyway, "The way your father loves you, I never had that. My own Dad, as sweet as he is, isn't here. Your father... Will go anywhere for you, anytime. I know because I've sometimes even made it happen." They laugh at all her Machiavellian ways, and then Jenny spots Eleanor over Blair's shoulder and grins hugely. "What? What? Is it my hair?" She pats her headbandless melon, terrified, and Jenny just laughs sweetly. "No. You're just wrong."
Eleanor comes sweeping up to them, and immediately throws her shawl around shivering Jenny, without even a blink of their past history or awkwardness. It's delicious and sweet and so very Eleanor, just like, "Jenny, you look cold," and then the shawl, and then she turns to B like "You've officially made your point, now get your stupid ass home." Blair hems and haws, and her mother pats her back, and Jenny quietly yearns for Eleanor to pat her back, and B's like: Got it. "I'll come... On one condition. Jenny has to go home, too." Aww, this is so great! This is the sweetest little scene. Everybody's being so good and neat and lovely! As Jenny sends halfhearted hate rays in B's direction, Eleanor bustles them both into the car: "Everyone should be where they belong on Thanksgiving. With their families." She mother hens them, her girls, ushering them back into the limo, and offers to drop Jenny home. Man! That scene was like Chrismukkah good!
While Anne wanders hysterically around the room yelling more weird shit at random and being totally ignored by the Captain and Nate, the FBI shows up. Anne throws a fit, and Nate holds her back, and Nate has a very lovely moment with his father before they haul him away, and then Anne and Nate cry in the empty foyer and hold each other up. I always knew Chace Crawford could do this, but if the problem is neither Chace Crawford whom I love nor Nate Archibald whom I love very much, then what the eff is wrong with Nate Archibald?