Deb sits at the counter at Karen's café, finishing up her brunch. She says, "Oh, that omelette was perfect!" Karen pours Deb a glass of orange juice and says, "Thanks, and it's on the house, it gives me an opportunity to repay you for your hospitality last night." Deb tells her it's not necessary, because she actually had fun. I wonder if Deb feels like she's cavorting with the enemy at all, or if she's just thinking that it's about time the two families started acting like they have Dan's sperm in common, because they do. I hope she really wants her son to have a relationship with Lucas, because it might be good for the both of them. Anyway. Karen complains about the mail service for a minute. And all I've got to say about that is, I live in Canada; she should be happy she's even getting mail on a Saturday, because we sure don't. Today, Karen hides behind a big coat and a counter. Dude, they're already so familiar with each other that Karen feels comfortable enough to go through her mail right in front of Deb? This feels a bit contrived, because, man, the café's full of people, your ex-boyfriend/father of your son/jerk about town's wife sits in front of you, and you casually go through your mail? Whatever. So, blah letter from Italy, blah applied on a whim, blah cooking school, and blah got in. Deb says, "Congratulations!" Karen's shocked. Deb continues, "Six weeks in Italy! Aren't you excited?" Karen doesn't answer that question. She's not the type to get excited. She's down to earth. She wears fiber -- proudly. Karen says, "It starts next week, it's not like I can go." Deb asks, "Then why did you apply?" Karen: "As a lark, it's just not a good time, with Lucas and the café." Deb fondles her coffee cup for a minute, and tells Karen that it's the opportunity of a lifetime. Karen starts to walk away: "I guess it'll have to wait until some other lifetime." Deb takes a sip of coffee and thinks quietly to herself for a minute.