Lily grabs Joan by the arm and pulls her aside to tell her about her bad date with some guy named Stan: "You add an A to 'Stan' and you get 'Satan.'" Or Santa. Or Aants. Anyway, they're on a date. He invites her in, she agrees because at this point she's ready for something to happen even if it's with Satan. Maybe she would have liked the idea better if she'd come up with Santa. Or Aants. Joan: "Gross." Lily describes his nasty apartment. She looks in the fridge, thinking she needs a beer to help her "through this." You know, now that I've entered my doddering senescence, I feel even more disposed than usual to give unsolicited advice (yes, look out) and I would suggest that if you need alcohol or drugs to "go through with" some sexual event, it's probably something you're really not ready for. I'm just saying. Anyway, she asks Joan, "And what do you think I find in there? Mm-hm." Joan: "Body parts?" Lily: "Mustard. And a jar of pickles. And this is a guy from my church group, okay? These people are supposed to be with God." God doesn't like condiments? "So if this is what it's come to, watching Stargate with a tinfoil antenna, then, no, I don't know where God is anymore." Of course, Vagrant God begins to approach one more time. As contrived as this is, I'm still finding it all sort of poignant. Joan: "Ever thought that maybe God is all around you, like in other people, trying to reach out…?" I don't know if she could be any more obvious if she wrote "God's standing next to you" on Lily's forehead with a Sharpie, but Lily's oblivious. Vagrant God says gently, "Uh, excuse me, um, but there's no more coffee…" Lily snaps, "Okay, do I look like your secretary?" Man, you should see the superior expression on this teabag's face. (For those just joining us, and/or too rushed/lazy to click and read, a mini-recap: I have a little saying taped up on my monitor, cut off a Yogi Tea teabag. It reads, "If you cannot see God in all, you cannot see God at all." It mocks me frequently, but right now, it's glaring at Lily.) Lily turns back to Joan: "Listen, God is not in Stan. Trust me. I went out with him." She tells Joan to take out the trash: "Because you got me all agitated again."