Nathan pumps iron in his backyard when Brooke comes up, looking rather remorseful. He stops when he sees her, gets up from the bench, and snaps, "What do you want, Brooke?" She wants to apologize for what she did to him and Haley. Nathan says bitingly, "You're apologizing?" Brooke: "I know, kind of weird, right, but I'm trying to appease the gods, so I'm sorry." Man, he's got a whole gym set up outside. Wouldn't it rust? Nathan snaps, "Whatever. Tim filmed it all for Drunken High School Girl Six." Again, TPTB really need some help with the smackdowns. But then again, Nathan's not supposed to be that smart, right? Brooke: "Okay, I totally had that coming." She steps closer to him: "I want you to know I'm going to fix it, get you and Haley back on track." He says, "Not going to happen. She made that pretty clear this morning." He takes a swig of water from a bottle. Brooke smiles: "Leave it to me. What do you want to do on your date?" Nathan: "What date?" Brooke: "Never mind, no time to waste. I'll call you later with details."
Okay, I know Karen's an independent single mom, but enough is enough -- she's always fixing something, investigating plumbing, carrying groceries or laundry. Can she never just sit down and not be super-woman for one bloody scene? Good grief. So now, Karen lugs a rectangular box into the front of the café. Keith comes in and leans on the counter: "What's with the boxes?" Karen leans on them, forcing her unborn child into a heck of an uncomfortable position: "Bookshelves. They were supposed to come assembled." Um, yeah, like any bookshelf comes assembled -- that wouldn't make sense, like they wouldn't get damaged during the shipping or anything if they were already put together. Keith flirts, "You going to put them together all by yourself?" Hell, yeah, you're telling me she can fix an outside water pipe but she can't screw some shelves into one another? What-freaking-ever. She replies, "Actually, I was going to offer you dinner to help me." He smiles, "Sold!" She says, "I'll be closing the café around seven. So it's a date?" He verifies that yes, it's a date, and then he ambles out of the café, swinging his arms and acting all carefree. Ah, young love. Yawn.