Luke and Friedman are walking through the hall. "She called me a determinist." Friedman: "God. Harsh." Luke: "I thought because we shared similar intellectual goals, she could deal with modifying our relationship." Friedman says he's trying to take her mind off it: "But she just keeps shoving me into walls. I'm sure it's a game." Luke's barely listening: "Women make no sense. They don't obey the rules! They don't even know the rules. Friedman, there are rules." Friedman tries to get him to settle down. Suddenly Joan tackles Luke and pushes him into a nearby classroom, saying she needs his help. Friedman: "Women."
They're in a classroom full of computers with LCD monitors. Not that I noticed; Frink pointed it out. I'm more involved in looking at Joan, because it looks like Amber Tamblyn's lost weight. Please, please, don't turn into one of those Hollywood Q-Tips. Not that she's close, yet, but she wouldn't be the first young female star to go down that road under the spotlight's relentless glare. Luke's typing stuff into a web site called GiftSleuth.com (which, interestingly, redirects you to Television Without Pity -- thanks, Brian Wilson of Darkwolf Enterprises, whoever you are!) as Joan tells him things about Adam: "Okay, he's a sculptor, so he's really good with his hands " Mmm. Do tell. Luke looks at her, and she stops talking: "What?" I think he's reacting to where his mind went with that, but she doesn't seem to get it: "You said this site would help find the right thing, so type." Luke: "Fine. 'Sculptor. Good with hands.' What else?" Joan says he's sixteen and a really good listener. The search engine points to the Victoria's Secret catalogue. Joan: "What?" Luke thinks it must have been the "sixteen-year-old boy" thing. Okay, but it's not like the catalogue is much of a gift, since it's pretty much free for the asking. And I don't know what he's going to do with anything ordered from the catalogue, so unless they're hinting at Adam's heretofore unacknowledged transvestism, I don't understand this suggestion.