I'm not saying I wouldn't watch an entire show of batty fucking Ginger and weird little Debbie doing crafts and baking things. I would watch the shit out of that show: "I was 26 and I was working as a secretary for the USO, and one of the dancers broke her foot. And before you know it, they're pulling me off the typewriter and they're teaching me the dance steps for the show that very night. Oh, from that point forward, I was a regular dancer!" Did you ever dance with anyone famous? "Dance? No, honey, I'm not a dancer! Let's see what's on now..."

Steve drops off the tickets and Fiona's frosty and he's all, "Well, if you need me, I'll be across the street in the bushes stalking you," which gets a smile from her that she pretends never happened, and then outside there are the Milkoviches being rough and tumble some more, bothering Steve and yelling up at the windows -- "Hey, Lip! How's your lip?" -- and whatever. Upstairs, Ian's like I did nothing! and, although Lip assumed that, he's still in perfect Big Bro mode: "I know that, Ian, but her brothers think you did." Just very calm and good, face all torn up: "You're probably the first guy in her life who hasn't tried to jump her."

Ian is still traumatized by the way she came at him, and Lip is like, "One option would be to throw it in her, for safety," and Ian compares this to Lip throwin' it in Kash, and he just grins. "Why, is he asking about me?" Yeah, he's going to fuck all the Gallaghers eventually. Lip laughs, like, That's cool, but gets serious again: "Eventually, you're gonna have to take the beatdown for this, you know," Ian does, they sigh, life is hard when you've got a hypersexualized tweener coming at you with an army of droogy backup.

Next morning Ginger and Debbie are making eggs benedict for everybody -- "I've missed you, Ginger!" -- and Lip immediately notices two things: One, Ian is missing, and two, so is the Killing Bat. Frank's nervous about Abby's upcoming visit, bitching again about how he pays her salary, and his only communication with Lip is the very fatherly "It's essential that families share meals together," which is such a fucking joke that Lip grabs the muffin off Frank's plate and shovels it down.

Which is a retreat from aggression in a way, because it's a funny prank and not outright coldness; but you also get Debbie's exasperation when Frank selfishly snags the next one they've cooked up. Everybody loves their breakfast, even Carl who is now microwaving his action figures together; Ginger asks about Frank and Debbie just shrugs. "That's my dad."