"Allison bakes the best bread," Jill says, leaping into the breach. "Really," everyone choruses, obviously grateful for anything that distracts them from the thought of mass-stoning Allison. Anchormatt makes the mistake of asking what kind of bread. Instead of saying "rye" and jumping out a window, Allison demonstrates her raging case of foot-in-mouth disease by saying she remembers where she saw him, that she actually recognizes him from the other night, when he was getting into a cab with some woman. Jack's face falls. Jill looks distressed. At this point Allison's foot is lodged somewhere in her lower intestine, and I want to strangle the writers, because I can bet Allison's little truth-telling quirk is going to disappear after it's conveniently served its purpose in this episode. "I knew I recognized you from somewhere," Allison says cheerfully. "That would've driven me crazy all night." Silence reigns. Allison says, "Okay! Who's ready for some bisque?" "ME," says Elispa emphatically. Everyone choruses their agreement. Allison shoots a puzzled glance at Jill's distressed face in puzzlement.