Carrie types in her apartment. A piano tinkles sadly as she ponders love and fate. "Can we still take a wrong step? Can you make a mistake and miss your fate?" Maybe! But should we spend forever dwelling in the past and wondering how we misstepped? Or is moving on a good thing? Yeah.
Charlotte docents it up like a mother. She stands in front of Monet's "Waterlilies" and talks about the "luscious, tactile quality" of the canvas and how well he captures light and shit. I used to be into Monet, but then when the '80s costume jewelry maker of the same name came out with that slogan, "Monet creates the jewelry, you create the look," I got over it. This also reminds me of that episode of Buffy when they go to college and every freshman either has a Monet or Klimt poster, and that bitch of a head vampire says, "Freshmen. They're so predictable." Not that Monet isn't a perfect match for Charlotte; he's colorful, non-threatening, and has mass appeal. Anyhow, she leads her tour and notices a cute guy paying close attention. He was on the tour last week, too. He's "trying to get up the courage to ask [her] to dinner." She says she's just getting over a separation, and isn't ready. He says he understands, and just went through a divorce last year. She leads the group over to Jackson Pollock's "One," calling it "an almost overwhelming ex." She sees Trey strolling through the museum with his nasty bitch of a mom (who hates Monet), and stops. Then she says yes to dinner, and nimbly leads the group on to Gauguin, located in another wing of the museum far, far away from Trey.
Miranda and Steve are assembling a crib. Well, she's assembling the thing; he's reading off the instructions as she puts parts together. Finally, she screeches in frustration and grabs the instructions away from him. He was reading them correctly in the first place. Steve doesn't take the opportunity to point out that he was right, or that she's freaking out, because Mir has "forty pounds on [him]." Ah, fear. The great peacemaker. Mir says she was thinking of naming the baby Danny. I like it! I won't reveal my fave baby names, but I will remember the time I was in Target and heard some young mom hollering out, "Carson! Chandler! Brittany!" The three kids came stampeding up, and my jaw dropped. Those are TRL names! The horror. The horror. Steve goes on to say that he was thinking of Paul, and that his dad and granddad were named Paul. "It's a big name in the Brady family." Mir looks a little put off, as if the baby will be no part of the Brady family, so who cares about its name's lineage? Miranda is such a hard-ass. Steve says that both Pauls are dead, and the baby won't know them, and that Danny sounds "right. Hey, Danny, wanna go shoot some hoops?" Aww! Mir smiles, happy to have gotten her way. Steve gets a little verklempt as he realizes that they're building a crib for their son. Mir says sternly, "Steve, don't cry." Hee -- Mir has put a ban on any kind of crying or display of sentimentality. I myself have a ban on Sorkin.