Rickie says, "Great, now she hates me." Rayanne says, "I'm sorry, Rickie, I'll go in there and tell Patty that the beer was actually mine." Oh wait, no she doesn't. Instead she helpfully chimes with, "Well, she never liked you that much to start off with." Rickie emphasizes that now Patty really hates him. Rayanne wearily concludes that Patty will never give anyone a break, and is impossible to please. I know, Rayanne. And you've tried so hard to please her by stealing her beers. She's such a realistic teenager, I want to shake her.

Patty pours out the beer in the sink because, now that a teenager has opened it, it's poisonous. She tells Angela that her grandfather is in the hospital for some tests, though it's nothing serious, and they won't even have to call off the party. Turns out there's an anniversary party for Patty's parents this weekend, involving fondue in some way; Angela looks pained: "I hate fondue. I'm always losing my bread." Yeah, I'm like always losing my bread in the fondue of, like, life. Then, Patty says, simply, "Don't let me catch you drinking in this house again." Splitting hairs, by pointing out the difference between herself and other human beings over whom she does not wield unlimited power, Angela says, "I wasn't drinking." Patty says, "You know what I mean." And I should cut Patty slack: she was direct and straightforward and got her point across, which is better parenting than we usually see from her. I usually hate Patty.

Back in the hall, Rickie says, "I know. Tomorrow we'll bring her a beer .To replace it." Which surprises me, because Rickie usually has good ideas, not fucking stupid ones. Rayanne says, "Tomorrow we're going to my house." Like one might say, "Tomorrow I'm gonna fly this goddamn plane myself."

AVO: "I'd been friends with Rayanne Graff for, like, half a year. But I'd never been to her house." And here they are, at Rayanne's house. Rayanne calls out, warning her mom that Rickie is with her, and she should therefore not be naked. AVO continues: "Walking into someone's house for the first time is like entering another country. Not that I've ever been to another country." So how would she know? Ha ha ha. Hee. Anyway, Rayanne's house looks a lot like the home of someone desperately clinging to -- I'd say the sixties, but it's really more than that. An eclectic combination of every Eastern or pagan element that ever became a part of American culture, ever. Beads, candles, tarot cards, little Buddha statues: if it looks like it could be mystical, it's here.