Even Veronica is impressed, but when he says it's because "being a dad" brings out the best in him, she reminds him once again that he is not a dad and that he's setting himself up for a massive fall. Frank drags them out to play football with the kids -- "You two are skins," he says to his daughter and her best friend, because everything is horrible -- and Veronica's like, "I have no idea what PowerPoint is, but you're smart! I know you're gonna be great at it!"
Steve drives up to a giant mansion outside Chicago, where his cardiologist big brother gives him noogies and asks him how college is going, and then a pretty blonde comes out and kisses him and is clearly a major part of his family life, and then the brother calls our Steve "Jimmy." So essentially everything Fiona thinks, to a weird degree like he's secretly this posh slummer, is totally true: Steve is not real. Literally.
Next morning Frank is making Mickey Mouse pancakes -- he traded a bunch of old Hustlers to a drunk he knows that works at Denny's -- and telling the kids stories about his drinking past. Lip's just like, "Drunk or sober, you're still an asshole," and everybody is mortified because they're enjoying the whole pretense, because they are children and they love their father, and even Fiona is grossed out by that one. But Frank just lets it slide and they all hang out. Fiona grabs Deb's laptop, reluctantly heading out the door to the job center; everybody else is going bowling with Kev and Ethel. Debbie invites Frank to come along, against Lip's wishes, and then there's a totally gross moment where he agrees to come, but first clears his throat for Carl and Debs to clear the table. Like he's a parent, like he's a father, like he's a man.
Turns out V asked Ethel to do her housework and they'd trade next week, since she'll be gone by next week, which is totally offensive to Kev. "Put that down! I know the Bible says you get closer to God and crap if you sew the holes in my socks, but this is just wrong. It's Saturday! And in my house, the way to get closer to God on Saturday is to play." From what he calls the "updated version" of the Book of Ezekiel. "Go change out of that Laura Ingalls dress and don't call me Sir. We are gonna have so much fun!"
Fast-forward a couple of minutes to the hell of Handmaid's Tale bullshit that results when Kev finds Ethel in the bedroom in this ridiculous nightgown with her knees up, ready for her weekly rape. He's grossed out and heartbroken and desperately tries to explain the many levels on which she needs desperately some reality and a home of some kind, but that's when Lip comes over to get them for the bowling trip and, horrified, blurts out a nervous laugh at the scene.