Cut to the kitchen of Manning Manor. "How come you didn't get arrested?" Zoe demands, like it's a total rip-off. Grace, sitting at the table with Jessie, answers impatiently, "Because, the stuff was in a boy's jacket." "Did Eli cry?" Zoe asks. Even more impatiently, Grace says that he didn't. She says to Lily that the cops "had no right to search that car." Lily says that's not the point, but Grace won't let it go. She argues that it's not constitutional, and asks, "How would you feel if some cop came up to you and didn't like your look and started searching your car?" Lily's unconcerned. It's inconceivable that some cop wouldn't like her look, after all. Especially when she flashes a little bra strap. Grace isn't surprised that Lily doesn't have a problem with it, saying, "You're not black and you're not a teenager, so they wouldn't stop you." Lily looks disturbed, perhaps because despite her wardrobe, someone noticed she's not a teenager. Zoe pipes up that some kid she knows smokes pot. "An eleven-year-old?" Lily cries. Grace taunts, "Mom, eleven-year-olds are not smoking pot at Zoe's school. Twelve-year-olds, maybe." Lily tells her to shut up. Grace is loving how uptight Lily's being, and gloats, "It's all around. That's just the way it is." Lily asks the requisite parental question: "If everyone you knew was blah blah blah..." Oh, sorry, automatic reflex. She gives the old jumping-off-a-cliff scenario. Grace patronizingly says that pot doesn't kill you. That's right. The cancer does. Lily stares at Grace and tries to remain calm. "Are you saying you use it?" she asks. What a square. Who "uses" pot? Jessie finally looks like she's enjoying this exchange. Suddenly, Grace isn't gloating anymore. She says she doesn't "know if [she wants] to answer that right now." Lily clutches her pearls and asks what Grace means. Grace says, "Because it's very private. And if I said no, you'd think it's because I think it's wrong, and I don't know if I think it's wrong. And frankly, I have to make that decision, not you." Lily's looking at Grace like her head is melting. Grace adds, "And if I said yes, you'd just kill me." Jessie sidles over and offers, "I've never smoked pot," with a grim little shake of her head. Great. Here's a lollipop. Zoe pipes up that she hasn't smoked pot, either. Lily doesn't react. She's too busy trying to keep the room from spinning.