It's early morning in Arcadia. Grace and Luke are still working on their project. They both seem tired, a little irritable, and cold in that way that I always find I am after pulling an all-nighter. It's like my body makes the decision that I can either get blood to my brain or to my body, but not both. Luke's about to attach some leads to the machine, and Grace says, "Careful." Luke gets a little rattled and says, "Say 'careful' before I attach, not during." Grace: "Right -- sorry." Luke admits to being a little edgy: "We've been up all night, it's morning, and if these two leads touch, this entire circuit could blow." While he's blathering on, Grace grabs the leads and attaches them with confidence. Coffee, man, you need coffee. After his stellar performance in the TriMathlon, I'm surprised he didn't think of it himself. Luke seems mildly surprised and says, "Yes, very...um...steady hands. Good." She asks if it's done. He looks at her with a trace of a smile and says he thinks so. Their faces are pretty close. Kiss her! Just kiss her, man. Grace asks, "Aren't we going to test it?" Luke: "Well, according to my calculations, the wiring won't take more than one burst, so..." I guess that's where the "looking like idiots in front of everyone" opportunity presents itself. Grace nods slowly and looks at Luke like she's wondering what he's going to do next. He says, "Remember when you kissed me at the semiformal?" Grace gets uncomfortable, and exhales, "Yeah, forget it." Dude. She doesn't want to discuss things. She just wants to do them. You should have just kissed her. She takes off without another word, and Luke waves to her back as she goes. When she's gone, he says to himself, "Can't unring a bell, baby..." Ha! Frink and I are in stitches. I think he wants them together more than I do. And he's usually not any kind of 'shipper.