Elsewhere, Cody and Ali discuss Michael and Nina. They conspire to conjure up some romance by making them dinner. But first they have to get Nina on the phone and talk her into coming back to LoHouse. How will they do it?

Outside, Michael divulges to Dina-saur that Ali admitted some uncharacteristic nerves about Vegas. Dina-saur rehashes the Nana standoff, and they're both at a loss. Later in the house, Dina-saur gives it one last shot (I hope!) with Nana, who is growing ever more irritated with her pigheaded daughter. Dina-saur interview that Nana isn't living her life to the fullest since her husband passed away. Dina-saur also claims she is saddened by the idea of Nana home alone, but you know she just wants someone to hold her purse while she dances on a table at the Pussycat Doll Lounge. Nana sticks to her guns, though, and Dina-saur is left a-swivelin' in her office chair.

Later, Ali meddles into a situation that's none of her business. By which I mean, she "calls" Nina and asks her to come over. I think I hear Nina slipping a Benjamin into her pocket on the other end. Cody and Ali get started making a main course of food poisoning with a side of salmonella for the lovebirds. They finish just in time for Nina to arrive. Cody escorts her in and gives Michael the credit for the meal. Nina is rightly disbelieving but overall very pleased with the effort. The little schemers head upstairs to fetch Michael. And how will this turn out? In the words of Seacrest, "You'll find out... after the break."

Back at LoHouse, Nina arrives for the romantic dinner with her beau, which would be a heck of a lot more romantic if said beau actually knew it was happening. He heads downstairs, and the dinner gets going. Nina takes a swig of what I hope is wine, but I suspect is actually cranberry juice. Sucks for her. Michael feigns apologizing for about a 90 seconds but ultimately implies that Nina wasn't understanding enough of his family's demands. Nina eventually forfeits, further feeding the prima donna behavior his family so persistently encourages. But, all for the best, I suppose, because they make up, agree not to have any more stupid fights, and do all sorts of cutesy hand holding shtick. I give 'em six months. Maybe a year since they were smart enough to give Ali and Cody's chicken to the dogs.