Jenny skedaddles because Blair is scary every day, but especially when you've earned it, and B follows her like a wolf in the night: "Hey, Cinderella. I think you dropped this at the ball?" Jenny does the ankle-dip of Oh Fuck, and Blair smiles with a terrible beauty, then drops it completely: "I hate secrets more than anything. You know that. Friends don't lie. And we're friends, right?" This last nearly silent like the mighty cobra. Jenny's like, "...Yeah," and then goes to change her shorts. B returns to N's side and they cuddle, while Gossip Girl evinces some small amount of worry about Jenny's total doom coming down the pike: "Jenny Humphrey's rise to the penthouse has been short and sweet, but if she crosses Blair Waldorf, it's straight back to the basement. Looks like this little lamb needs to stay silent...or else." Seriously. I wasn't worried about Jenny before, but now I've seen what lurks in that basement, which is Vanessa Abrams, and she's got a découpaged hatbox covered in Ambrose Bierce art nouveau sylphs and Van Gogh sunflowers, and I would not willingly consign anybody to that musty lair. Stay quiet, little lamb!
Episode Report CardJacob Clifton: A+ | 1908 USERS: B
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