Lily's in the Girardi kitchen, rummaging for food and telling Helen she takes it that Helen's not reconsidering the Church. I'll bet she's wondering if Helen's going to call her on the carpet about her date with Kevin. Helen says she hasn't slammed the door on confirmation, but she misses talking to Lily: "I consider you a friend." She continues, looking out the window over the sink: "I really don't know how to say this…" Lily -- who's wearing a very Joan-esque scarf wound around her neck -- winces and dives in: "Look, he asked me. And nothing happened. In fact, I walked out on him because he's still hung up on his ex." Helen doesn't know what Lily's talking about. Lily asks Helen what she's talking about. They answer the questions at the same time, Helen saying she's concerned about Will and Lucyfer and Lily spilling the beans about her date. Helen: "What?" Lily: "Are you kidding?" Helen: "Wait. You definitely first." Lily reiterates everything, adding that Kevin was rude, and it's a non-issue, concluding with, "Will's having an affair with his boss?" Helen: "Oh, I don't know, I…maybe I'm imagining things…he was rude?" Hee. Lily says Helen's story trumps hers. Helen thinks she's jumping to conclusions, but she's sure something is going on: "I met her, and I just had this feeling that she was --" Lily chortles: "Evil?" Helen's uncomfortable: "I don't really use that word." Lily, ransacking the fridge: "Well, you mi-i-i-ight want to think about starting, 'cause it's out there." Helen: "Well, evil's all ugly and fire-breathing. She isn't that way." Mmm. You don't know her like Will knows her, obviously. Lily: "Are you kidding? Evil is charming and beautiful. It makes you doubt yourself. It asks for one small compromise after another until it whittles you down. And it functions best when no one believes in it." Helen wonders how she's supposed to fight her. Lily: "Talk to Will." Helen says she can't: "He thinks she's great, and that I'm just being paranoid…which is…probably true." Lily: "Really." Helen avoids Lily's skeptical look. Lily: "Yeah, no, I'm sure you are not intuitive. You're just a woman, and an artist." Don't forget "mother."