Joan suggests to Adam that they meet tonight, and she'll get Judith to come, but Adam says he has to work. He suggests after school, but Joan has to work. Adam suggests just doing a paper. Joan: "No! We have to cultivate something because " She can't figure out a reason and turns to Adam, begging adorably, "Please? I'll never ask for another thing as long as I live. I know that's a lie but please?" Adam smiles and gives in. Keady tells them to drop to the floor: "Twenty sit-ups!" Much groaning. Grace ends up partnered with Luke. Keady: "Grab your partner's ankles!" Grace balks; Luke looks apprehensive. Keady: "Grab, Mr. Girardi." He grabs as Grace leans back. She starts doing sit-ups as Luke whispers that he just thought they could work on the assignment together, because they did last year, and it wasn't a problem. Grace doesn't say anything, and Luke starts subtly caressing her ankles. She doesn't come back up for the next sit-up: "Are you fondling my ankles?" Luke: "Yes I am." Surprisingly, she doesn't kick him in the teeth. She actually smiles for a moment, and then pulls herself together: "Look, if you can't handle the terms, the terms which you agreed to, then maybe you can't handle me." She gets up and runs. Keady: "Polk. Resume the position." Grace keeps running. Keady: "Polk! Your citizenship grade is taking a nosedive!" And I'll bet it was way up there, too. Keady glances at Luke, who sits there, frustrated.
Adam comes to the bookstore during Joan's shift to tell her he got one of his coworkers to cover for him tonight so they can work on the physics project together. Joan's surprised and pleased and puts her arms around his neck and starts kissing him. Professor Frink: "Cue the idiot." Sammy 2.0 -- or Shammy (tm Siona) -- comes along and snots, "Perhaps you'd like me to dim the lights?" They stop kissing and Joan apologizes: "I'm sorry, I was just happy." Adam glances over his shoulder at her with a pleased expression on his face. Shammy: "And here I thought you were working." And never the twain shall meet, apparently. Joan says she is, and waves a couple of books around: "Gardening for Dummies. Manic for Mulch. Both very good." Shammy: "Proust is 'very good.' Try not to mate during business hours, Ms. Girardi." Oh, this guy grates. I just don't think this sarcastic, insulting personality really fits him all that well, whereas it was like Patrick Breen couldn't help himself. They've just got to take this guy's character in some other direction, if we're going to be seeing a lot of him. He leaves, probably to go complain to the local bakery about the insufficiently evocative quality of their madeleines. Joan turns to Adam and says, "You know it's been weird being back. It's like we had this groove before and then it was gone, but working together on this project, I feel it again. Don't you?" But you guys haven't done anything yet, really. Adam says, "Yeah," in this sort of sweet, earnest way.