Luke and Brooke have gotten Peyton back to her place. You know, in real time, it would be about one or two in the morning at this point. But if this is going on the same time as Haley's date, and all the stores are still open, it's got to be before nine. But time's irrelevant in Tree Hill. Luke tenderly pulls the blanket up over the still-sleeping Peyton. Brooke's got the computer on, and she's checking out the roofie situation. She says, "Says here she'll be disoriented, and maybe have some short-term memory loss, which maybe isn't such a bad thing." Luke sits down on the desk beside Brooke and asks, "How long until it wears off?" Brooke stares at the screen and says, "Overnight, probably." They both look at a sleeping Peyton. Brooke says, "Think she'll be okay?" Luke answers truthfully, "I don't know, Brooke." Hey, how about someone a) call a doctor, b) take her to a hospital, or c) call her bloody father? Good to see they've got a drugged-out Peyton, and the only advice they've got is from the oh-so-reliable internet and a slightly drunk med student. Now, that's the sensible thing to do -- just sit there and watch her sleep, wondering out loud if she's going to be okay, and not really doing anything about it. Brooke: "I feel terrible, it's all my fault." Luke doesn't reassure her or anything: "Yeah, well, what's done is done. The med student says she's going to be okay, right, so, we just need to watch her until she wakes up." Brooke says quietly, "I can do it, you've done way too much already." Yeah, but Luke hasn't quite filled his martyrdom quota for this show yet, so he's not going anywhere. He doesn't mind hanging out, and blah he'd worry too much if he went home blah. Luke leans down toward Brooke: "Look, it's not your fault, okay? And hey, you did get her out of there."
Haley and Nathan sit down to dinner. There are more envelopes waiting for the two of them. Nathan opens a menu and says, "To be honest, I'm a little afraid." Haley opens up the next instructions: "Order your favourite dish for the other person." Nathan jokes, "Any chance your favourite dish is prime rib?" She laughs, "Yeah, we have a lot of that at my house." Nathan acts all humble for a second, even bashful: "I'm not very experienced with this." Haley quips, "Ordering food?" He looks away, smiles, and answers, "No. I mean, with Peyton, it was all just parties, and games and drama. We never really did anything like this. This is different." Haley: "Different good, different weird?" Nathan looks back at his menu: "Different good. I'm really glad you decided to come."