She goes up to Luke's room, where he's working on his computer. Luke: "Yes?" Joan: "Mom and Dad were really in love when they met." Luke's not paying much attention, because an IM window's just popped up: it's Grace, who's using the ID "BLACKWIDOW-4-U." Heh. He types, "Hey Grace" as he says to Joan, "Excuse me?" Joan paces and blathers, "Love love. I mean, Mom and Dad. Do you think we'll ever find love like that? Or will we just end up like Aunt Olive?" BLACKWIDOW-4-U chastises GRAVITY_BOY: "Don't use my name on line, DUDE!!!" Luke tells Joan this isn't a good time. He types, "Right, sorry. I can't do anything right" to Grace. His IM screens are lurid yellows and greens. Joan: "Luke, you're my brother. I'm trying to talk to you about something important." Luke: "I know, but…" "If we can't have a real conversation, then what kind of relationship do we have?" Luke: "Why is this happening now?" Joan: "Because I have feelings! I'm not just some high school cyborg like you…" Way to score on the "feelings" meter there, Joanie. Luke stares at what BLACKWIDOW-4-U just typed: "Look, sometimes I'm a jerk. It's just there are things I don't tell people. I can't." She adds another line: "It's why I don't let anyone come to my house." Joan, who's gotten no response from her completely distracted brother, suddenly becomes suspicious and says, "Hey." She walks around Luke's desk to see what's so intensely distracting: "Porn? Are you looking at porn?" Luke says no and quickly closes the window and it goes back to a page about Bernoulli's principle. She sees what's on the screen and slaps him on the back of the head and goes out. I can't tell if she slapped him because she thinks he quickly closed a window on a porn site or because he's such a predictable geek. Or maybe just because he doesn't find her concerns sufficiently riveting.