A night of dining out with the Diazes apparently consists of burgers and fries in the car, which is parked outside another funeral home. Vanessa's trying to get Rico to look into buying the place, which has been on the market for six months, but he's making a lot of excuses about how he knows the place has water in the basement. Better than blood. Vanessa insists, "Our lives should be ours to win or lose. Not the Fishers'." I think it would be kind of sexist of me to point out the symbolism inherent in the fact that Vanessa's sitting in the driver's seat in this scene, so I'm not going to.
Ruth and George are just finishing tucking Maya into Nate's old bed, as George tries to reassure her that Maya's getting better. "We could raise her, couldn't we?" Ruth says. George hems and haws, but he can't pass up this chance to get Ruth back, so he agrees. Anyway, it's not like raising children has ever been a lifelong commitment for George, as we'll be forcefully reminded later on. Ruth sends George away for a cold towel, and he gets up to go. Is George staying here now? Has he moved back? Is he still paying rent on his apartment? Or is Ruth? Does anybody on this show have any use for money? Late Nate, Jr. appears to Ruth, saying, "Thanks, Mom. I wouldn't want anyone else to take care of her but you." Ruth says she loves Maya, and Nate says he knows, and that this reminds him of being in this room before David and Claire. "It was just Dad and you and me and everything was going to be all right." Ruth happily strokes Maya's forehead, purring, "My poor, sick, little girl." Poor Ruth. She always needs to be taking care of someone, and Maya represents the most tangible remainder of Nate in this world. If only Ruth had any other children who needed her.
Brenda and Billy are having a little Chenoweth rap session in her kitchen, as Brenda says she used to think she'd have more people in her life as time went on. Billy sadly says it doesn't work that way. Especially if you're a Chenoweth, I would suspect. "As we get older, the number of people that completely get us, shrinks," he says rather optimistically. Brenda agrees, "Until we become so honed by our experiences, time and…" Billy says nobody understands as she begins to cry. See the irony? They each understand how the other feels having nobody who understands them! They should fuck. "Be sure to tell the baby that," he cracks, and then she's laughing and crying at the same time. So am I, but for different reasons.