"Shit, Jacks, you go missing in action and I'm left dealing with some sticky little tot," Eleanor whines, working at her computer. "I needed your hugs and warm nursey eyes to deflect his hero worship." Jackie stands in a nearby cubical, doing paperwork. "You had to be nice? I can't believe I missed it!" Eleanor, as usual, doesn't hear the irony: indeed, it was a nightmare. "Yeah! And his mucky little fingers ruined a pair of 80-dollar tights." Jackie doesn't spare a laugh, because they're not looking at each other, but there's a smile in her voice: "Remind me why you don't have kids." Additionally, she's seen Eleanor throw better than 80-dollar tights in the trash, of course, but Eleanor waves it off. "I would have preferred those tights to have been ripped off of me in the heat of something remarkable, as opposed to being destroyed by... sullied midget digits." Jackie allows as how she'd see that band.

"Oh, I bought us two napoleons from Le Cirque," Eleanor says. "They're in the insulin fridge." (I can't believe I had to watch the episode three times before I got that joke: of course they're in the insulin fridge, that's where they'd be, to stay chilled, but that's also where they belong.) Jackie fairly stomps her feet: "I want mine right now. Seriously, right now." Justin's mom brings him toward Eleanor's desk, with trepidation. Eleanor's fake smile is more intimidating, and just plain scarier, than if she came at you with a knife. Designed, like some evolutionary adaptation, to make you feel inhuman, grotesque, filthy in a way you can't wash off. Nighmarish, especially since it's not like that entirely on purpose. She honestly thinks what she's doing is smiling, to the degree that smiling at these particular people, at this particular moment, is relevant.

Eleanor stands: Justin's got something for her. Eighty bucks? she whispers to Jackie as she comes to them, staring down at him like an insect, still with that troubling smile plastered across her face like she's about to throw up and doesn't want to embarrass you with having seen it happen. Justin produces a picture he drew for her -- which pulls Jackie right out of wherever she just was -- and she thanks him.