Chieftain. Jerome is thankful that the Seahawks don't suck this year. Ben is thankful for that too, and for the health of everyone present. Jack takes a sip of wine, wondering why Marin hasn't called him back yet.

Speaking of: in the diner, Jane raises her glass of beer as she says she's thankful that Marin's home for Thanksgiving. Liza's thankful that Rob let her keep the ring. Marin says she's thankful that Graham cheated on her. Jane says that Marin's cut off from the $2 pitchers, but Marin means it: "Because he cheated on me, I ended up in Alaska. Because I ended up in Alaska, I was able to relax, be happy, and finally write something special. About Jack. This all happened because I met him." Marin finally admits that she really misses Jack. Liza, for her part, misses Rob, and Jane misses Sam so much that she can't call him by his proper name, but still refers to him as "Plow Guy." Marin, gazing past Marin, says, "Plow Guy." Jane admits that's what she said, but Marin's like, "No, Plow Guy. Behind you." Sure enough, Sam the Stalker is right outside. He enters, planting a huge smooch on Jane, while Marin, Liza, and Bathrobe Lady look on, totally jealous. Liza says that his appearance out of the blue is the most romantic thing she's ever seen; Marin agrees. And the kissing continues. "I gotta go," says Marin after a moment. Liza asks where. "Home!" says Marin, taking off and totally sticking Jane and Liza with the cheque. Eh, Sam's so chivalrous, he'll probably pick it up for all of them.

Chieftain. Theresa brings a bus tray full of dishes into the kitchen; Ben, getting dessert ready, smiles at her fondly. "Hey Ben," she says abruptly. "Thanks for not going to Seattle." Ben starts to play it off like he wasn't going to, but Theresa behaves the way a real person really would by thanking him for staying on her account, saying that she appreciates it. And then she tells Ben that she still loves him. Ben's like, "Guh," but Theresa tells him he doesn't have to say anything in response, and plants a kiss on him. Meanwhile, those delicious pumpkin pies go cold. Priorities, people!