Crosby has gotten "in" on the birthday planning for Jabbar, trailing Jasmine around a party store, making suggestions on themes. "Ooh, Batman!" he says. "What do you think?" Jasmine rolls her eyes and says, yeah, they did Batman two years ago. Crosby asks if he likes G.I. Joe. Dripping with disdain, Jasmine says Jabbar's friend had a G.I. Joe party last month. "Well, I know he likes Sponge Bob!" Crosby says, thinking he's hit on a great idea. Jasmine cannot hide her snark that yeah, he loves Sponge Bob: "We did that last year." Finally, Crosby has had enough. "Maybe I should ask for the list of things that you've already done," he says. Jasmine snaps that Crosby is the one who wanted to come on this errand. "He's my kid!" Crosby says. "I want to plan his party; I want to be a part of this." Jasmine sighs and reaches out for the first thing she can grab -- baseball decorations. "Yeah, okay!" Crosby says, going with it. "Bravermans love baseball." Jasmine says great, and sends him off to get plates and utensils. "About a dozen," she says, which stops him in his tracks. "That won't even cover my family," he says, and finally the penny drops. "Are you saying my family's not invited?" Jasmine cringes. "You've seen my apartment," she says, making an excuse, and poorly. "It's tiny." He says they're his family, too. She suggests, then, that he invite four people from his family. "Yeah, like Survivor," he says, "I'll just pick four." He asks how many from her family are coming. She mumbles that, you know, maybe 10 or 15. Crosby sighs. "Just promise me," he says, "that we're gonna have an A's theme party, and not a Giants." Jasmine gives him the biggest eye-roll, yet. "A's?" she says. "Step aside." Hee. Crosby, flabbergasted, says this is going to get ugly. Not uglier, possibly, than the painfully hipster fedora he is wearing, but ugly just the same.