Victoria's grand tour continues as she takes the munchie tray out past B-Plot, who is unsurprisingly holding court with a raptly attentive Goth Girl. Specifically, he's telling her all about how there's been a recent "politically motivated reversal of societal norms." Um, word. I guess. This all turns out to be somehow related to why B-Plot doesn't "rap about pimpin'."
In the kitchen, Victoria's Munchie Caravan makes its way back to the starting gate, where Kate amusedly asks Victoria whether things are okay out there in the living room. Victoria confirms that surprisingly enough, they are, except that Cancer Boy is all alone, "reading a coffee table book." Kate says that perhaps they should go get Cancer Boy: "Maybe he wants to come in here." "Oooh, I hope he does," Victoria says sarcastically, with a well-timed pump of her fist. Just then, who should walk in behind them, but -- no, not Cancer Boy. It's Michael, of course. He leans over and gives Kate the cheek-smooch, and she asks what happened to the elderly aunt. He explains that Thanksgiving at Shady Pines (or wherever) is a surprisingly clipped affair, and that "they really get you in and out of there." She tells him he's just in time for a second dinner, and then Mama Fox comes wafting in in her orange top. Mama is introduced to Michael, and then suggests to Kate that they go ahead and get the little sponge cakes ready for dessert later. Unsurprisingly, it comes to light that they don't have enough sponge cakes, so Michael volunteers for yet another last-minute store run. When he's gone, Mama calls him a "Boy Scout" and mentions that she likes him, at which point Victoria breezes by and mentions that they've got seven minutes to go on the casserole. Casserole urgency! What would Thanksgiving be without it?
The hour of dinner fast approaching, Kate makes the inevitable phone call to Nick, who's on his cell and standing around at the crap tables with the oh-so-irresponsible Shatner. She wants to know where he is, and Nick promises they're on their way, but it's too late. Kate has deduced that they haven't even left Vegas yet. "Hang up, hang up," Shatner cajoles. Heh. Nick has to roll, so he hands the phone to Shatner, who thanks Kate for sending Nick, because Nick improved Shatner's luck as soon as he arrived. Kate reminds Shatner that he needs to be in town soon, but he's noncommittal, suggesting that he might have to stay around and try to get even. Kate gets Nick back on the phone, and she tells him that the deal is off. "Don't do me any favors; I'll see you Monday," she says, and she hangs up.