Props to Sars, Key Grip, and to everyone on the boards who's been so patient.

The camera pans around the bedroom of a much younger (and still blonde) Angela "Car" Chase. As tinkling nostalgic music plays, the little girl plays with Barbies and then, at the sound of a car in the driveway, tears down the stairs to the front door, where she screams, "Daddy's home!" Graham "Whipped" Chase appears, looking (I have to admit) really attractive in a light beige suit, and scoops L'il Angela up in his arms.

As a briefcase is set down on the ground, we're back in the present day. Graham is at the door calling out to ask if anyone's home; Angela leans her head out of the kitchen doorway and spies on him, not answering. Rayanne "Poly" Graff's head pops up above Angela's and she lasciviously notes, "You never said he had stubble." "He doesn't, usually," says Angela, and wanders back into the kitchen as Rayanne and Rickie "Carnival" Cruz continue spying. At the sight of Graham, Rickie raises his eyebrows in an understatedly appreciative way, then tells Angela he's leaving, and asks Rayanne if she's coming. Rayanne says that her mom promised to pick her up at Angela's later. Rickie kisses each of them goodbye, and books. Rickie comes out into the front hall and runs into Graham, whereupon the two awkwardly exchange "hi"s. Watching through the window between the kitchen and dining room, Rayanne squeals to Angela, "Oh, look! Rickie and your dad are bonding!" Angela mutters something disbelieving. Rickie and Graham each say goodbye to the other, and Rayanne reports to Angela that "they're exchanging fashion tips." Angela throws a dishtowel at her just as Graham walks into the kitchen and asks, "So! Is this the, uh, famous Rayanne?" Rayanne smarts off: "This is the famous Angela's dad." Graham smiles pleasantly and leans over to give Angela a kiss on this cheek; she shrinks away without meeting his eye, quietly complaining, "Dad, your whiskers scratch."

Later, Graham and Rayanne are bonding, for real, over some dish he's coaching her in preparing; he actually tells her she's "in the zone." Over his shoulder, he asks a sulking Angela whether she wants him to make her something else, and she pouts, "I'll have fritters." He offers, again, to make her something else, and she shrugs. Rayanne says that she's "so hungry" and asks Graham, "Do you ever get, like, hypnotized by food?" Graham tells her that "Hypnotized By Food could be [his] Indian name." Okay, he's a maybe philanderer. Still -- heh. He asks Angela if she wants to "flip one," and Angela sarcastically says that "Rayanne can do it." Graham chooses not to read the signs (or to ignore them) and suddenly remembers he has to call his brother. As he dials, Rayanne marvels that she is "cooking something, like, not in the pouch." Speaking as someone who not only had Kraft Dinner for her evening meal, but made it using the microwave instructions, I still feel like that every time I make something from scratch -- and believe me, it's rare. Even if it's something like a grilled cheese sandwich, I feel immense pride when I can get the bread exactly the right shade of brown. Glark --a fantastic, versatile, and natural chef (not unlike Graham, except for the "philanderer" part) -- even acknowledges that grilled cheese sandwiches are the only food in the preparation of which my skill exceeds his.