Sarah is taking a walk with cutie patootie Mr. Cyr, talking about her life. "What 38-year-old woman does not enjoy living at home with her parents?" she says. Suddenly, she grabs his arm, realizing what she's just said. "I just told you how old I am..." Haa! Mr. C laughs. "That's okay," he says. "You have a daughter who's a junior. I kind of assumed you didn't have her when you were 10." He's not worried about it, he says. What he's really worried about is that, "you've had your arms crossed for almost this entire walk, and I really want to hold your hand, but I don't know how to do that when they're like that." Hee. She takes his hand, saving him from himself. "That's what I'm talking about," he says. "You're so good." Sarah smiles. "I've got 12 years on ya," she says and he moves in for a kiss, which doesn't come off very well. She stops it before it can happen. "Sorry," he says. "I misread that whole hand-holding thing." Sarah says no, he didn't, and sits him down on a bench. It's just that she has been thinking so much of Amber, she says. She tried to tell her daughter about this whole thing with Mr. Cyr earlier, but then Amber called her "pulchritudinous" and she got distracted. "That means 'beautiful,'" Mr. Cyr says. He says it's one of her SAT words and he's proud Amber used it appropriately. Also, he has a great idea to solve this problem about when and how to tell Amber about their relationship. "I think we should take like, a test run," he says, "where we make out and see how that goes." After all, he says, it would be a total waste to tell Amber anything if they actually are grossed out by each other. Hee. Sarah laughs, and they do, indeed, make out on this bench, which makes me cheer loudly. "Nothing," Sarah says, clearly affected. "No chemistry, no spark," Mr. Cyr faux-agrees. They decide to try one more time. You know, just to be sure.