At work, Rebecca comes up to Kevin's desk and plops some files on it, saying, "I need these by 3:00." Kevin, flirtatiously: "Yes, ma'am." She looks slightly embarrassed and says, "Kevin...come on...let's keep work, work." Well, now's a great time to start. How is this not a problem at their office? I don't think much gets past Andy the Pissy Queen, even if everyone else is oblivious. Kevin smiles: "Okay. Work is work." She thanks him and starts to walk away, then comes back with her hands clasped together kind of girlishly and says softly, "But last night was..." Kevin: "Awkward...weird, great...and, uh, no one sprained anything." Rebecca smiles and glances around. He adds, "And it was the first time I ever trusted anyone outside my family to see me without my chair." Rebecca smiles; she seems to understand how much that means. Kevin smiles back. Aw.
Art class. Helen approaches Adam and Iris, who are intimately huddled together over their paints, chatting. Time for some maternal meddling. Helen asks how it's going, and compliments Adam on his work. He says he just got started. To Iris, she says, "You like working in this medium." It almost seems to be a question, but not quite. Iris: "Yeah, a lot." Helen: "What...is that medium?" Iris: "Just, you know, mixed media." Helen: "Well, usually mixed media entails some kind of texture. You've got, um, what is it -- magazine photos?" Adam: "Chah, it's cool." Helen: "Yeah, I know, I'm just saying...there's usually texture." As far as I can tell -- it's not shown clearly -- Iris is gluing magazine photos onto a piece of wood. She says, "Um...the wood is textured..." Helen gently but carefully slides the knife in a little deeper: "And...that's the shade of green you're going to go with?" Adam's watching all this, wondering what's going on. Iris asks, "Is there a problem, Mrs. Girardi?" Helen realizes she needs to back off and says, "No, no. No. No problem. Just...carry on." Adam and Iris both seem slightly puzzled, though I suspect Iris has a better idea what that was all about. I guess that's understandable from a mom, but it's really unacceptable from a teacher and Helen's going to have to learn how to check the mom thing at door.