The beach again. Serene, peaceful waves cresting and breaking. Then an extremely loud woman starts blowing a whistle and yelling. I guess this is boot camp, but it's not actually boot camp, just some trendy exercise fad where you do army type stuff, like Victoria and Kate do here -- running obstacle courses, running while carrying mannequins on their backs, that kind of thing. If this is boot camp, apparently the U.S. is best defended by the clothes clerks of J.C. Penney. And apparently it's not so rigorous that the two of them can't have a conversation at the same time. And maybe Kate went not so much so she could get some exercise but so she could scope out some potential dates for Michael. She spies one, calling her "cute" (she is), and Victoria says she's nice, too (gave Victoria a PowerBar once! BFF!).

So it's while they're doing the running-with-mannequins thing that Kate decides to chat up the cute girl, who says that work keeps her so busy that the early morning boot camp is the only time she has to herself (which most people who aren't named Kate Fox might take as a cue to zip it). So no social life? No social life. How funny, says Kate, that she was just having this same conversation with her totally great architect friend! "You should meet him!" squeals Kate. Cute Chick says she has no time, not even after Victoria vouches for Michael's total 100-percent amazingness, but after another woman expresses interest in meeting Michael, Cute Chick says she might have a free night coming up.