After the credits, the Five cannot shut up for five seconds while Stan takes the call from Crest's people. But it's good news: they got the next meeting. Rejoice! Mere gets a call from Brooks, who's cowering in an x-ray room because she can't let Bailey know that Meredith's helping her. Besides the fact that Bailey is righteously pissed off at Meredith, it's also fairly illegal or unethical or something. Mere advises her to check out an article she read about creating artificial blood vessels for patients whose own vessels have been tapped out, but Bailey busts in, and Brooks is like, "BYE, MOM, GOTTA GO" into the phone. She does manage to bring up the article idea to Bailey, so that's something.
Stephanie finds Avery looking at slides in the lab and flirts with him about how he has his "Angry Avery" face on. He admits he's annoyed that his mom is on him about returning to Boston in the wake of all this turmoil at Seattle Grace. Stephanie also informs him that Hunt has pushed his rhinoplasty surgery off today's schedule, which gets Avery really mad. And kind of snappish with Stephanie, which is both not that cool and evidence of why personal workplace relationships are not great. Not that nine seasons of this show isn't enough of an example. Anyway, Avery grumbles that his mom might actually have a point.
Ah, once again, The Interminable Adventures of Alex and Jo. This week, they'll be removing a tumor from a kid's abdomen. The family is holding a pre-surgery celebration for the kid, Bobby, complete with a banner that says "ADIOS, PHIL." Alex is playing things up, talking about how he's going to take Phil, put him in a plastic bag, yank him out, and grind him into unrecognizable pieces. Bobby is super psyched at the grossness of all this. The mom pulls Jo aside and explains that they found the mass when Bobby was six, and he misheard and thought there was a "man" inside him, so they anthropomorphized the tumor and named it Phil and now Bobby, in all his pre-adolescent boyness, is really excited for Alex to murder the tiny tumor man inside him. It's all very psychologically fraught if you think about it for more than two seconds, so don't. The whole point here is: Alex is cute with kids. You know, apparently.