Cut to morning. Annie is lying in bed, eyes still wide open; her solution to her snoring secret was just to stay up all night. Oh, honey. Missing sleep is never the answer. But Patrick wakes up, perfectly refreshed and content. Bitch.
In Jack's SUV, Marin is flipping through her guidebooks in the passenger seat, rejoicing that they're in for a day of big fun: "We're going to go to the Aviation Museum -- you'll like that. Boys like airplanes, right?" She pulls out a camera and gets a shot of Jack behind the wheel. Then, already bored, Marin opens the glove box and starts rifling through it, prompting Jack to inform her of the car rules: "No going through the glove compartment. No Top 40. And anything you find on the floor stays on the floor." Marin puts back whatever red and black plastic thingy she'd found in the glove box and gives him a big "yes sir." She figures this is the perfect time to tell him she got them tickets to the opera that night. And she's probably right -- had she mentioned it beforehand, he might have mysteriously lost his keys. Jack tells her he has no interest in the opera, but Marin says he's never been, and that it'll change his life the way it did hers. Wrong! Opera is the most boring "cultural" activity you can spectate; I'd rather watch modern dance or performance art. The only fun thing about opera is opera glasses. And you can just use those at a basketball game or something. Jack straight-up refuses to go, and Marin tells him it'll be her treat, to thank him for the lift, like otherwise she would have dragged him to this event he had no interest in and made him pay for the privilege. Jack insists that he isn't going, and Marin flirts that she'd think he would be more interested in sharing in his new friend's interests. Jack says that he'll go on the condition that Marin's quiet. She agrees, and then immediately muses that they could have sushi. Jack always gets the short end of the Marin stick. Then again, the Marin stick only has short ends, I think.
Inn. Patrick is taking muffins out of the oven when Ben comes in to return a scarf to Sara. Patrick nosily asks whether she left it at the Chieftain, and Ben's like, "Noooo." Patrick's like, "Oh. Got it. Cool!" Ben tries to leave, but Patrick offers him a muffin for the road, saying that he made them with "extra joy," and then TMI-ing, "There's nothing better than going to bed with your favourite lady, except maybe waking up next to her, just having her there all night--" Ben hits the bell on the desk, telling Patrick, "Will you please shut up." Nothing like directness.