After the commercials, Patrick and Annie are snuggling, post-sex. They agree that what just transpired was "nice," but then Patrick says that it would be even nicer if he stayed over. Dude, I see what you're getting at here, but if you stay at Annie's, who's going to make the muffins at the Inn? Anyway, Annie freezes, and Patrick gets huffy, saying he isn't being impatient: "It's been thirty-eight days." "You've been counting too?" burbles Annie. Patrick coos, "The sleepover is the natural evolution of all things romantic and meant to be." Now, okay, I know their whole deal is that they're two giant dorks who found each other, and we should be happy for them. And I am! But if anyone ever said anything like that to you, wouldn't you...like, run? And change your number? And leave the country? Because that's less cute than it is creepy. "Which one of Marin's books is that from?" says Annie. EXACTLY. Behind her, though, Patrick makes a celebratory face she can't see, and says that he made it up. This is, somehow, the one thing Annie needed to hear to make her mind up, and she rolls over and invites Patrick to stay. Smooching ensues, but then Annie rolls over, staring nervously ahead.