Later, Plastics looks on sadly as Alma and a for-no-real-reason-but-who-am-I-to-question shirtless Elan are being all pleasantly chatty in his recovery room. He waits around to talk to her when she leaves, and through their language barrier she manages to inquire about Elan's ... well, she points to Plastics' general crotch area, and he gets the message. "Muy bien!" he assures her. Elan's going to be muy bien. And with an exhale of relief, Alma begins to laugh. Plastics thinks she's crying to first, but eventually they're both laughing their ass off at poor Elan and his broken penis. Then? The worst thing happens. She moves in to kiss him on the cheek, only Plastics turns his head just slightly enough that she has to, like, detour around his mouth to plant a one on the side of his face. On one level, yeah, Plastics done misread the situation. On another level, if this is how Alma negotiates the choppy waters of attraction and romance, it's no wonder Elan wound up with a broken wiener.

Lily's apparently made it back from San Miguel and is now bellies up to the bar at the cantina. She's finding her wallet wanting, at the moment, and while she's trying to charade her way through "running tab," a handsome stranger steps up to pay for her drink. His name is Mateo, and he's played by Nicholas Gonzalez, the miniature-sized hottie of my dreams and my beloved Yard Guy from The O.C.. She recaps her day for him -- the parts that don't include Dr. Ben's undead wife, anyway -- and she tosses in the loose-end-tying nugget that her staph patient will probably not lose her leg now. Mateo is impressed and likely smitten and offers to buy Lily another beer so they can keep talking. Oh, Mateo, you are likely just a stumbling block on the inevitable road to "Bily," but I am rooting for you.