Even though it's a random unrelated amount that won't solve anything, and also money is not a nightmare. It helps you buy popsicles, and everybody knows those come in boxes which can be used as a bank until Glenn Beck gets us all on board the gold train and America is wonderful again.
Caleb is wolfing out in the pantry during all this, so when Hanna finally -- adorably, with some Seth Cohen-type physical cuteness -- lets him out and tosses him a box of granola, he seems weirdly uninterested in the entire Hitchcock conversation she just had with her mom. He's been tinkering and hacking and snarphing and things, and almost has enough money to get to Flagstaff, where everybody -- I can confirm -- looks exactly like Caleb, which makes it an awesome place to run away. (But where is the town in America where everybody looks like Noel Kahn? I'm going. Unless it's in Florida, I'm afraid it might be Florida.)
"Gonna miss me?" Caleb grins, and the answer is yesssss but Hanna just says she likes knowing the things bumping in the night are Caleb, and not any of her various stalkers, blackmailers, murder victims, blinding victims, virgin boyfriends, hit-and-runners, creepy old bead ladies or cops banging her mom, or the other fifty things that make Hanna's life so interesting all the time.
But then Caleb has to scoot! Ashley is back, having forgotten something! Hanna's idea of stealth is to grab that stupid gray wool cap he always wears and plunge it into some hot soapy water. Totally necessary move, Hanna. I mean, that mystery hat still wouldn't be an issue even if it weren't your clueless mom, who literally this is all she says: "Honey, put on gloves if you're gonna do the dishes."
Dishpan hands, you know. Moisturized is next to godlinized. "Boys don't make passes at girls with chapped asses," as my grandmother used to say, in her cups. "Hangnails are the hallmark of a fallen aristocracy. It makes everyone uncomfortable. You wouldn't announce at dinner, for example, I am afflicted with syphilis and yet, when we see you biting your fingernails, this is the effect that you have created."
It's been five seconds, so it's time for Hanna and Aria to make up. Hanna feels terrible, but Aria is willing to admit that Hanna looked her right in the eye and said, "I am the least intuitive person we know, and I am telling you this museum thing is a terrible idea." Which still: Bad on Hanna. But Aria has updated her self-image to be Totally Forgiving Girl, so she won't even let Hanna apologize for what was a fairly horrific thing.