Family night out comes to a sudden halt when Byron spots Ezra through the window, eating alone, crying into his breads and various nut butters, and they stare at each other for a million years while Byron howls and hollers and drags the whole family away. It's too bad that there are no other restaurants in the entire town, because Ella really needed a break tonight. Go see Ashley Marin, Ella! She will pour you a bottle of wine and say awesome funny things and you'll forget the flaming public wreckage that is your family.
I love Ella, I wish Ella had more friends. I would be friends with her damned fast.
Leader Lady never leaves. She's sitting there in the dark, counseling somebody through what seems like a fairly low-level crisis, when Emily appears to return that transcript page she "accidentally" stole. Aw, Emily. Love that girl.
Leader Lady: "Can I ask you something?"
The phone rings, and then while she's on it, another line rings and she begs Emily to pick it up, and of course it's Lucas. So Emily lies and says she is the same volunteer as before, and Lucas is like, "I hate what I'm about to do, but I am so in love with her and it's going to be so hard to lose her forever." Which, again: You see where that's headed. But such is heady mélange of Rosewood life -- total paranoia mixed always with total sanguinity, often at the same time, often about the same things -- that Emily freaks out and, as usual, opts to run to the lake house on foot to save Whoever from Whatever is going on.
Ella, verbatim: "It's a small town, Byron. Where do you want us to go for a bowl of pasta? Delaware?"
Byron: "I wish you'd let me call the cops and we could destroy him and then eat dinner at any of our choice of the one restaurant in this town."
Suddenly they are approached by a family that is newly returned to town, which contains a cute boy of Aria's age, and just when you're thinking Maybe this boy is a new love interest for Aria they introduce the boy and the boy?
His name is Holden.
Did Aria rub a lamp or something when we weren't looking? That's so deliciously on the nose it's like something she would herself dream up. "He'll look like a cross between Fitz and Lucas, and be named Holden, and every bit as pretentious and precocious and precious as I am." And then BOOM he appears. God, I hope he's as ass-awful as she is! That would be so rad. Humphrey/Abrams, party of two.