Over at Sheila's they're watching a documentary on this very subject, as a crocodile snaps chicken out of a handler's hands -- "These amazing creatures may look cute and cuddly, but caution should be taken..." -- when the doorbell rings and Sheila's mentals kick in, and Frank has to get off his filthy ass and answer the door. It's Lip, which is awkward for everybody due to how Frank lives at Sheila's now because he beat up Ian, which is unacceptable.

Lip is grossed out by the arrangement, but at least it's better than having Frank home and it's closer than Toronto, so the girls won't flip out. Sheila loves Lip and as usual tries to feed him culture shock food (this time it's chicken Kiev, which sounds delightful right now) but he just wants to get the heck out of there because Frank + Sheila = Horror, and Karen's life is already hard. Frank's in his element, calling out for new potatoes and services and grilling Lip about his intentions toward Karen, and if you've ever been offended by a Boomer parent pretending to parent when the mood strikes, you understand the thunderstorm going on in Lip's brain when he's like "Are you fucking serious right now?" but it has no effect, because of course Frank is serious: Being the dress-up doll for Sheila's 99 problems is his job now.

Ian kisses Kash goodnight sweetly and scarily, in the alley, and then is immediately attacked by the many needs of Mandy Milkovich, who takes his arm and steers him home so they can drink beers and watch some kind of demolition derby white-trash show and she can commit seductions on him. She kicks the shit out of Carl, which was funny, so he takes off -- "Have fun getting herpes!" -- and then before you know it they're alone and she's right up on his dick and his voice is squeaking and he goes from being not in charge of the situation to being entirely underwater in the situation.

As I often tell my baby sisters, sometimes slutty is good because boys are dumb. And we live in a culture that says that, as objects of desire, our own desires do not signify. (Also, this is and will always be all cultures, because of how sex works, so you're going to have to think yourself outside the box.) But boys don't have to ever do that, so sex becomes a favor you're doing boys, and that's honestly what they think is going on. Gratitude, like Hot Cop Tony, and the desire to earn more fucking; the princess is always in another castle.