Grace, Luke, and Friedman wind their way to a table in the cafeteria as Grace bitches: "What a great time of year: it's freezing, midterms are coming up, it's a billion years before school's out, everybody's sick and there's nothing to look forward to." And people wonder why I hate having my birthday this month. What's not to love? Friedman sing-songs, "Valentine's Day…" Grace warns Luke, "Don't even think about it." Luke: "No, I'm a guy, I'll totally forget it." Grace looks slightly disappointed: "Oh. Right." They sit down with Joan and Adam, whose hood is pulled up over his head, but is sitting on his head in a very weird way, almost like he's wearing something sort of lumpy and pointy underneath it. Maybe he's got a toque on underneath, and the hood is clinging to it? I dunno. It's very distracting, though. Adam asks if they're studying for physics today and Joan says she can't, because she's getting tutored in English for her extra credit project. Adam: "Tutored? I thought you were doing okay in English." Joan: "Well, apparently I can do better." Grace: "What is with all this trying, Girardi? You're like a stranger to me." Stevie comes up to tell Adam she got the slides back for the class project and thought he'd want to see them right away. Joan whispers, "I thought she was helping you with design shop." Adam says, "And a little bit of class stuff, too." He asks Stevie if she knows everybody; she replies, "Sure…Joan, Grace, and you must be Luke." She tells Grace and Luke, "You guys made the biology closet famous." Grace gives Luke a look of alarm. Luke: "I didn't…" Stevie assures them: "Oh, it's everywhere." Grace looks mildly horrified, but not at all on the verge of an aneurysm, as she would have been some months back. She has really changed over time. To Friedman, who's drinking milk from a small carton, Stevie says, "And you're Friedman, right? You're going to Harvard?" He smiles at her with a milk moustache: "Well, I'm considering it. It's really not much of a sports school. But you know, I can't discount Yale, really, with its drama department, and, uh…the rowing team is fant--" Everyone's sort of smiling and smirking to themselves about the milk, and Luke finally indicates it to Friedman. Stevie: "Okay, I gotta jet. Uh, see you later, Ads." Adam: "Thanks, Stevie." As Joan sneers, "'Gotta jet'?" Adam notices Grace, Luke, and Friedman all giving him looks from across the table. Adam protests, "She's a great assistant!" Grace: "Who could even contemplate high school without an assistant?" Adam gives her a "Thanks, Polk," look. Joan says she has to go read some odes. Adam: "Hey, so, so who's tutoring you? Roger?" Joan doesn't have an answer for that, so she just leaves without saying anything more. When she's gone, everyone looks at Adam again. He protests, "It was just a question!"
Police station. Chewy asks Will, "What's with Preston breathing down our necks?" Didn't we already cover this in their first scene? Will apologizes for the fact that Chewy's being dragged into this. Chewy: "She's teaching me a lesson, too. Afraid of what I might know, possibly." If she wants to shut this guy up, she should just buy him a big box of Circus Peanuts. Will says, "She's not afraid of anything…and she's untouchable." Chewy says Will has a sexual harassment case: "You can file without pressing charges." Will: "Yeah, then I can retire and run a flower shop." Would that really be so bad? As far as I can tell, the bad in this job has outweighed the good since you got to Arcadia. Chewy: "I'm just saying…" They look up and see Lucyfer ushering some unfamiliar big-shot-looking guys into her office. Chewy continues, "She might beat you to it." Will sighs as he looks over and sees Lucyfer's evil grin beaming their way.