Back to the Northern Light, and thank god the Men on Ice aren't moping around; Tim and Jack are shooting pool. In an interview, Jack says that Tim and Cecile make a nice couple, but that he's not sure they have that "connection." Oh, like you and Rebekah, eh, Jack? He also says that Tim should probably keep on his toes, since Jack bets Cecile could change her mind on him at any moment, unlike the prone-to-commitment Rebekah. In an interview, Tim says he feels a little intimidated by Jeff (and I'm assuming he means because Jeff looks like a scary guy) but says he thinks Jeff might be a little too straight-edge for Cecile, which I think means Tim noticed that Jeff used a ruler to shave off his burns.

Cecile and Jeff are kayaking, or, as Cecile puts it, "sea kayaking" and it's nice of her to distinguish it from land kayaking and air kayaking. They see bald eagles. They see a sea otter. "It was awesome," says Cecile. Zzzz. For some reason the music from Band of Brothers plays. Jeff -- who looks exactly like Billy Bob Thornton when he wears a toque -- says he's attracted to Cecile. I suppose that's a good thing, what with him not getting any younger.

The sun goes down. Oh, man, it's the return of the Cheesiest Sax Music Ever as we watch special nightvision shots of Cecile and Jeff hanging around outside. Between the crappy sax, the Band of Brothers, the five-second Northern Exposure rip-off, I really wish there was some kind of anti-Emmy awards, wherein people would be not rewarded but KICKED OUT OF THE TELEVISION INDUSTRY, because the Bachelorettes music person is already in the running for a Lifetime Achievement of Shittiness award after two episodes.

Also, the night-cam gives Jeff and Cecile that spooky reflective-eye thing. In an interview, Cecile says Jeff was really nice and attentive. Jeff explains that when they walked back to the car, he kissed her to break the ice, and then they kissed again and it was mutual. Then in the back seat, he rubbed her neck. We see the neck rub, which Cecile is clearly enjoying, but not the kissing, and I have to say the "parental discretion" warning attached to the show is about as necessary as an explicit lyrics warning label on an Amy Grant record.

Commercials. I think it's sad that we'll remember the late, great Tito Puente for being used in an annoying Dr Pepper commercial. And not, you know, for being that guy who was going to be Springfield Elementary's music teacher until Mr. Burns stole all the oil.