…and we cut to Sharon herself, slyly asking Delia "Grace" Fisher, "You had a dream about Rickie Vas-quez?" Delia protests that "it wasn't that type of dream." Sharon gives her an "uh-huh" look. Delia: "We were just dancing." Another "shah right" look from Sharon. Delia: "In this…big vegetable garden. [giggles] I was wearing this dress I saw on The Nanny." (Gardens in dreams mean love.) She stops giggling abruptly and asks how much Sharon knows about Rickie; Sharon pronounces Rickie's name in a thoughtful tone, then admits, "Nothing." Delia points out that he's, like, best friends with Rayanne "Boleyn" Graff, and Sharon is also friends with Rayanne. Sharon quickly and disgustedly puts paid to that notion: "I'm not friends with Rayanne Graff." Delia cocks her head. "I'm NOT!" Sharon snaps, makes several "uch" noises, and stomps off. Delia's like, "Ohhh-kay then."

Restaurant space. Graham is shouting at Hallie that she should have told him sooner. Told him what, you ask? Graham claps on El Sombrero De Exposición and informs us in a tone of annoyed disbelief that their would-be investors "want [him] out of the picture." Hallie doesn't see the big deal and calls said investors "insecure -- it's normal," but Graham isn't having it and whines at her that she should have mentioned it three days ago when it first came up and blah. Patty comes in; Graham and Hallie stop arguing and look at her, and she smiles hopefully: "Hi. I brought lunch…?" Graham snarks, "Great, that's good," grabs his scarf, and announces that he's going out to get some air. Hallie looks blank. After Graham huffs out, Patty shoots Hallie a questioning look; Hallie admits that Graham's right that she should have told him, but it is "unorthodox" for him to run a kitchen when he's never actually worked as a chef, and anyway, all he has to do is cook for them and "they'll be eating out of his hand." Still fulminating, she starts to gather her things to go back to the office "before they fire [her]." Patty frowns, then suggests, too casually, that it occurred to her that morning that an old friend of hers -- "an old…boyfriend, actually," she's at pains to note -- wound up in the restaurant business, and she'd happily contact him for Hallie. "Why?" Hallie grunts. Patty, momentarily at a loss, thinks maybe Hallie would want to speak to someone "who's been through it." Hallie, obviously only to be polite, shrugs, "Sure, I'll talk to anybody." Graham huffs back in to announce that "tasting is believing," and that he'll cook for "these money guys, and that will be that. Right?" Hallie, smugly: "Right." Patty, bemusedly: "Right."