House goes off to find Cuddy and tell on Wilson. He finds her in the Clinic actually treating a patient, albeit a very small one: it's a little person, accompanied by her similarly small mother. House relishes the mocking opportunities this affords him, saying that he just needs Cuddy for a "tiny moment," to do him a "small favor." Even my closed-captioning, which rarely spells words correctly, enjoyed this enough to add the emphasis. Cuddy gives House a shocked stare, like, why be surprised at this point, Cuddy? He made fun of your ability to conceive a child. I hardly think little people are sacred. Li'l Mom asks who "the wit" is. Cuddy says that it doesn't matter, since she'll be firing him momentarily. House, meanwhile, has taken an interest in the Li'l Patient, who's sporting a recent chest tube scar. He also notes a mark on her arm indicating a recent negative tuberculosis test. He asks Li'l Mom what "flavor" of dwarves they are. "Strawberry," she says. Or "cartilage-hair hypoplasia": "Think you can make a pun out of that?" she dares. Don't tempt him. I really think he could. House says that he doesn't want to be mean, and then comments on Mom's "short fuse." Cuddy tells House to wait in her office, and says that L'il Patient, a.k.a. Abigail, just had a "bleb," a word I thought she totally made up until I looked it up and found that it's basically a blister that can form on various tissues in the human body. Cuddy adds that the bleb that caused Abigail's lung to collapse was probably idiopathic, i.e. it randomly appeared for no reason. House doubts this, and explains to the mother, Maddy, that Cuddy has no idea why Abigail's lung "popped like a balloon." But he does. He asks Cuddy for the chart and his dose of pills. If I were Maddy, I wouldn't be so quick to hand my daughter over to a guy who makes fun of dwarves and keeps asking for his pills, but that's just me.
House enters the meeting room, where the Cottages are sitting around waiting for him. The meeting room is decidedly un-decorated for the holidays, save a couple of poinsettias and a tiny Christmas tree in the center of the table. Gone are the personalized stockings of yesterseason. Also, Chase is sporting a bruise and some swelling where House decked him. "Did you get that looked at?" House asks. That's as close as he'll come to apologizing, so I guess Chase will have to be satisfied with it. "I'm fine," Chase sulks. Meanwhile, Cameron and Foreman seem to have no problem with the fact that their boss PUNCHED one of their co-workers. I'd at least have come to work wearing a knight's helmet for face protection.