...oh, but, we're at Chase Place, and the voice belongs to Graham "Cracker" Chase. See what they did there? Email me if you don't get it and I'll explain it to you. Patty "Cake" Chase calls back, "I said, 'I'm leaving now,' so, I guess I don't rate a kiss goodbye." Graham wanders out of the kitchen with a bowl of cereal and says again, "Wait, what?" Patty complains that he doesn't kiss her goodbye in the mornings anymore, and he reminds her that they'll be seeing each other again in forty minutes. Patty starts to say that just because they're working together, it doesn't mean they can't still be affectionate, or so I assume the sentence would end, because Graham interrupts her to say, "This isn't the time to...start anything." She sarcastically says, "Oh, forgot! A kiss must result in intercourse." Oh, drop the chalupa, Patty. He says something forgettable and feeds her a spoonful of cereal. She snots some more behind Graham's back and then stops herself, musing, "I swore I would never fight with you this early in the morning." Graham sets down his bowl and moseys over, saying, "This is not a fight, it's goodbye," then seizes her by the shoulders and kisses her to within an inch of her badly-coiffed life. Patty sighs happily.

Brian hacks at his pig heart. Teacher, whatever. Angela doesn't go near hers, and just watches as Brian messes around with his. Insert your own heart-as-heart non-metaphor here.

Outside, Rayanne pounds on a vending machine full of apples and oranges. Jordan ambles up and asks her how much money she lost, and she chirps, "None," and then casually mentions that Tino told her he could get Rayanne's "girlfriend" a fake ID. Jordan asks, "So? It's up to Tino." Rayanne says that Tino already does her so many favours (you know, advancing the plot, and all), she feels like she's "wearing him thin," and suggests that Jordan get an ID from "Georgia, or something," since it's "like, an emergency," for her friend Angela. Jordan asks, "Why doesn't she ask for herself?" Rayanne says it's a long story -- one that apparently begins, "She's French. She's from France." Wuh? Jordan ponders this, and says, "Get out of here." Rayanne says that "with certain words, she'll, like, forget how to pronounce them, or something. It's like a mental block type of thing." Jordan confirms that Rayanne is speaking of "that girl [he sees Rayanne] with," and Rayanne says she is, indeed, referring to "Angela. Chase." "Is French," Jordan repeats. Rayanne says that Angela was born there, but is a U.S. citizen, and...that isn't really germane to the plot, and yet I must document it. Jordan takes a swig of his pop. Rayanne watches him hopefully. Jordan asks, "What kind of ID?" Rayanne grins. I always admired kids intrepid enough to procure fake IDs. I never had one, although in Ontario the drinking age is only nineteen, so I don't feel like I was that deprived. Plus I hate bars. So there's that.