Karen's dad guesses first "Cornish game hen with Asian pear," and then "wild salmon with baby carrots," but when his wife asks him for a kiss to tell, he snarls that he'll find out when he opens the damn bag. Sheila is totally out of it and totally trapped, like if you crossed Betty Draper with Annette Bening in American Beauty and then gave that person an acceptably dotty, sweet personality -- perhaps Joan Cusack's personality.
This whole time the gay one is getting a blowjob from Lip's tutee, right, so eventually something knocks an apple off the counter and it rolls over to the other side of the table and as shitty dad's on his way out, he bends down to pick it up and sees his daughter crouched with her face in Ian's crotch and she leans back and nearly smiles at him, not in a creepy way but like in a nearly pretending nothing is happening way, but wiping her mouth, and then things get really fast and scary and the boys are running around the house and jumping out of windows trying to get away -- and poor fucking Sheila is completely bizarre, screaming, "It's only a study group!" and that -- and finally the dad's out on the sidewalk in front, yelling "The farther you run, the more I will kill you!"
Well, somehow in all that Lip hurt his ankle, and of course Fiona assumes that they were jumping turnstiles -- and not, as the boys have lied, on the train getting injured by an old lady's walker -- and then Veronica shows up to yell at Fiona for not elevating the injury because it's a submetatarsal hematoma, and barks out orders to Ian about going to her house and getting all this medical stuff she rattles off, and also her smokes from her bedroom. Oh yeah, everybody on this show smokes. Of course.
So Ian heads out, but suddenly there's another knock at the door and there is much scattering because it's probably Karen's dad there to kill everybody, and Fiona's sort of insanely yelling, "Oh, what have you done? What have you done?" Only it's not mad dads or cops, it's a guy delivering a new washing machine. Hard to say no.
Speaking of temptation, check out Kev's giant wang where he's sleeping -- bartender, remember, so this is when he sleeps -- nude in the bedroom, which is where Ian is now standing, jaw dropped and going into some kind of Tiger Beats I Have Known fugue and trying to remember he's in there for cigarettes and not to go crazy with teen desire. Kev stirs and, thinking nothing of it, asks Ian to give him one of Veronica's cigarettes. He sits up naked and, shivering, Ian puts one in his mouth and lights it. He groans, taking it in. It's like a horror movie, but also like the total opposite of that.