Larry takes a hefty sip of his red wine as Karen thanks him for a great dinner. He smiles: "Thanks! Single parent cooking class." Looks like Larry's been around this block before; he's got some smooth moves, and one hell of a toothy grin. He says, "I'm glad you decided to come. Was it too painful?" Karen admits it wasn't painful at all. "But you don't date much?" Karen taps her hands on the table and explains that she doesn't date at all: "At night I work or I'm at home with Lucas, sometimes with Keith." Larry says Keith seems like a good man. Karen clears her throat and corrects herself by saying, "He is; he's a good friend." And somewhere in Tree Hill, the other half of Keith's hopeful heart comes crashing back to Earth. "Damn you, unrequited love!" he screams to the heavens. "How could you do it to me again!" The rest of the world hears the echo of his cries and yawns so hard that our jaws break in one collective crack. Because Keith's been beaten down so many times, we don't even care if he gets up again. Larry smiles at Karen's insistence that she and Keith are just friends. Now he's the one with the hopeful heart. Karen surveys the table to avoid any more of this awkward conversation and starts to make a move to clear away the dishes. "Oh no," he says, "absolutely not. You're off duty tonight. The only dish you're allowed to touch is your wine glass. Tour the house. Make a long distance phone call." She picks up her glass and swirls the wine around. Then she jokes, "Well, I do have some friends in Florence. Maybe I should give them a call." Larry's eyes twinkle: "Oh no." Karen giggles, and proceeds to drink her wine. Yup, someone's getting drunk and in trouble tonight! Yee-haw! If anyone needs a good time, it's surely Karen.