Anyhow and meanwhile, Lily and Marshall update us on their weekend away. It was TERRIBLE. They got to their lodge only to find two twin beds. The dynamic duo says they can't sleep apart, and then proceed to sleep through their 18-hour stay, missing four pre-paid meals. Marshall: "I lost eleven pounds." I hate you, Marshall.

DOWISETREPLA: Back home, as Lily and Marshall realize they miss sleeping in separate beds, we're treated to the Aldrin-Eriksen's internal monologues. Marshall: "She's 1,000 degrees. It's like putting my leg against a tail pipe." Does anyone else call b.s. there? In my experience, men are the little bed furnaces, but I digress. Lily: "Ow. His toenails are like daggers." Marshall: "I'd love a sandwich, but no eating in bed. Stupid rule. We have ants -- one time...." Lily: "Great, and now he's falling asleep. Queue the river of drool." Marshall. "Oh. My knee itches. Just one little scratch..." He proceeds to shake the whole bed. Lily flips out and over. "MARSHALL.... I think we should get separate beds." Marshall sits straight up. "Yes! A mini-fridge. And separate beds." Lily: "Deal."

MacLaren's: Don finds Robin, Ted and Barney at the bar. He apologizes for overreacting and invites the entire gang to dinner at his place, so they can get to know one another better. When the happy couple leaves, Barney grimaces. "Ted, I must have Robin back." Commercial.

Ted tells Barney he's like a little kid who throws a toy away and wants it back the second another kid starts playing with it. Barney gets all stompy. "Well, maybe I wasn't done playing with it." Well, maybe I'm done caring about this show. How frigging predictable was that? It's then that Ted tells Barney he's ready to read "the letter."