It's dusk. Cheesy electronic music plays at the art gallery where Helen's work is on display. Helen's wearing a gorgeous halter-style red dress with a robin's egg blue shawl. Mary Steenburgen wears red like nobody's business. Frink doesn't think the shawl goes with the dress, but I'm on the fence. I've always liked turquoise and blue-reds as a combination, but this is much paler than turquoise. Frink asks, "Is that a pashmina? Aren't pashminas out?" I'm so stunned by the idea that he even knows anything about pashminas that I don't know what to say. Will is looking at a series of horrendously bad paintings. The one he's focused on has a peach background for the top three-quarters of the painting; the bottom fourth is Barney purple. There's a big dark blue circle on the left half of the peach ground being pierced by a bright yellow scalene triangle...and bleeding. Yes, bleeding. It's really wretched. Boy, I hope that's not Helen's. Will comments, mostly to himself: "It's a triangle attacking a circle...oh, maybe the circle was rude." Helen: "It's beautifully composed. Daniel's work is very powerful." How drunk are you, woman? Will, who either has no confidence in his artistic judgment or long ago decided not to argue with his wife about such matters, just says, "Okay. Powerful." He notes Helen throwing back the wine and tells her to take it easy, calling her "Picasso." He adds that the ability to stand and converse is a requirement. She states that she's extremely nervous. She gets another cup of wine and notices that some of her students are there, and freaks a little. It's Adam and his outgrowth. Helen tells Will this was a really bad idea, as Andy Reese, a.k.a. Andy the Pissy Queen, comes up and introduces himself as the newspaper's style editor. He wants to interview her. Will tactfully ambles away. Helen nervously drinks a toast "to style."