"The Look of Love" plays over whizzing L.A. traffic. At a place named Vespa, Laurel and Michael enjoy coffee and being upwardly mobile people who unsnobbishly like sushi. And then night turns to day, and a sleeping Laurel is awoken by a shirtless Peachy bringing her coffee and nuzzling her. The phone rings, and Peachy answers. So this is his place? The peach farmer's doing all right for himself, if you ask me. It's Kate, taking a wild shot in the dark that Laurel might be there. When Laurel gets on the phone, Kate asks her if she doesn't have a job, since maybe she doesn't even trust Laurel to go to work now that she's found her thrill on Peach Cobbler Hill. Laurel explains that the office opens late, as if this matters at all. Kate asks if Laurel's made a decision, and since Peachy's busy grazing on her, she giggles and says, "We're working on it, but thanks for checking in." So Kate invites her to the Saturday Night Dateless Thing or whatever, without mentioning the whole "dateless" requirement, so I think you know what she's up to. She hangs up, and Claire beeps her to let her know the DNA lab is on line two. "Oh!" says Kate, as in, "Oh, yeah! My REAL job!"