More split-screen action. In one, Melanie and Ted are at Ted's house, as Melanie smiles, "You didn't have to make brunch." In another, Lindsay lifts a bag of bagels and smiles, "I brought brunch!" In a third, an older man turns around, lifting a plate of ham, and playfully intones, "Brunch is served." So, it's Brunch time for Gay Pittsburgh. Got it.

At Brian's place, Lindsay's helping him make a list of all the stuff that got lifted. Lindsay brought the baby. He's the cuuuutest bay-bee. Brian mutters, wiggling Gus's foot, "I'm beginning to suspect gay-on-gay crime." Lindsay snarks, "Well, I'm not surprised. You have more visitors than Disney World." Not as many rides, though, but on the flip side, the lines aren't as long, and the admission's way cheaper. Lindsay can't find a knife for the cream cheese, because that got stolen, too, along with the rest of the cutlery and Brian's state-of-the-art juicer. Lindsay shrugs that at least the thief has good taste.

At Ted's, Melanie's surprised that Ted can cook, and he chuckles, "Yes, someday I'm going to make some man the perfect wife." Melanie snorts that she used to say the same thing, and Ted replies, "But instead, you've made someone the perfect husband."

Mike and David are having brunch with the Oldest Gay Couple in the World. One of them, with short white hair, chuckles at how healthy everyone eats these days; the other, with long white hair, replying, "I suspect that it has less to do with keeping healthy, and more to do with keeping those twenty-nine-inch waists." David says that they both look great. Long Hair winks, "Oh, we try to stay active. If you know what I mean." No. Whaddya mean? Jaysus.