Rebecca walks up to Kevin's desk and says, "You're too good for this." Kevin: "Excuse me?" She says that the research he wrote up on shoes and how they define a person made her laugh. So he's writing up research now, not just fact-checking? Well, people seem to wear multiple hats at this outfit. Rebecca says, "You should be writing essays." Kevin: "Well, I should be playing ball for Arizona. What's your point?" Rebecca: "Kevin...you have a real talent for writing. I know this, because judging writing's what I do for a living. You're wasted here." Kevin asks if he's being fired. Rebecca rolls her eyes and says, "I'm asking you to reach." He says he doesn't feel like reaching. She grabs a chair and sits down next his desk, saying, "Whatever you and I have going on is a matter for the universe to handle. You're a born writer." Kevin: "Well, isn't that a nice way out?" Huh? Out of what? Rebecca replies, "Do you have any idea how many able-bodied people would kill for your skill as a writer?" Kevin: "No, tell me." He smiles and laughs slightly: "Tell me." She hesitates and says, "I'm attracted to you. You're attracted to me. Big deal. Isn't there a larger question to answer?" His eyes wander as if he's pretending to consider what this question might be. Or maybe he really is. She advises him, "Be who you are, Kevin. I'll support it." She stands up as he asks, "But what if I just want to kiss you?" Rebecca: "You'll have to catch me first." As she walks off, he says, "I'm in good shape. I've been playing basketball." Some uncharacteristically bright, tinkly music starts playing as we move into the next scene.
Grace is squatting, perched at the top of a banister dividing a staircase in the hallway at school -- reading. As Joan comes around the corner and down the stairs, Grace slides down the banister right beside her. Hee! So very Grace. It's time for Frink's weekly declaration of love for Grace's character. She asks, "Dude...what did you do to Rove?" Joan replies, "Nothing. Why?" Grace hops off the end of the railing and says, "He's always been about you, okay, but now he thinks you're, like, a couple." Joan: "Oh...yeah." She doesn't sound very enthusiastic. Grace continues, "I don't advocate for teenage love, but I've known the dude since preschool. He's stupid about you." Joan claims she didn't do anything. Grace says she kissed him. Joan: "He kissed me, technically speaking." Grace laughs: "Good luck with that." She cuts in front of Joan and departs. Just then some other kid we've never seen, who bears some resemblance to Alfred E. Neumann, comes up and says, "Dude: your parents are out of town?" Joan: "Go away." He persists, asking if her parents are going away this weekend. Joan replies, "Don't make me beat you." I'll bet she could, too. He goes on, in a voice that makes me want to beat him: "You know what you do when your parents are away? Have a party, girlfriend!" "Girlfriend"? Joan turns and demands, "Who are you?" He says, in a more normal fashion, "Have a party." Joan says, "Right. You're you." Alfred E. Neumann God says, "Have a party. That's what kids do." He walks off. Joan suddenly brightens and says, "Oh, this is the fun part!" Alfred E. Neumann God just gives the Godwave.