Meanwhile, T-Note's trying to secure his position with the kid who likes him by telling her, "You know, math was never my best subject either. But I got through it by learning some new tricks." Ooh, are we going to see the one where we learn how you can always tell if a number's divisible by three by adding up all its digits and seeing if the sum's divisible by three? Or the one where we learn how you can tell if a number's divisible by seven by doubling the last digit, subtracting it from the rest of the number, then seeing if that result is also divisible by seven?

No -- it's a whole new one. T-Bag holds up both hands, all fingers out. He folds down his pinky and prods, "Nine times one is…" Gracie looks at his nine splayed fingers and answers, "Nine." T-Bag folds down a second finger and asks for the answer to nine times two. Gracie counts the eight splayed fingers and realized it's eighteen. And they continue on through -- the folded fingers representing multiplicands and the outstretched fingers representing the second digit of each result. Well, it's no Chisenbop, but whatever works.

As Gracie shares the news with Susan, we see T-Bag looking awfully smitten. It's not clear with whom, exactly. Susan sends Gracie off to show her brother, the better to thank T-Bag by planting a big kiss on him. I just have to wonder: is the dating pool in the greater Chicago area really so shallow as to make him appear the catch? As Susan walks back in, T-Bag appears to be steeling himself against something (or for something…), and he turns to watch Gracie showing the math trick to her brother. Susan resumes doing the dishes -- just in time to see a segment of America's Most Wanted prominently featuring her dreamy new boyfriend.

Michael is quizzing himself on the blueprints and the plans: he's covered his wall o' clues in index cards and is trying to see if he's memorized the correct sequences. Going by his frustrated responses, it's apparent he's not remembering everything he needs to. Eventually, Michael throws the index cards down in disgust and stalks over to answer the doorbell.

It's a delivery chick with the food, and as Michael takes his dinner, he's mesmerized by her incredibly detailed tattoos. They really are gorgeous, snaking down both arms and across her chest. I'm always in awe of people who totally commit to skin art, not only because they're getting something permanent on their skin, but because there's something they feel strongly enough about to have put on there in the first place.