The Ice House. ShawnPop is on the phone, sitting next to a dead fireplace, calling up every girl he knows, trying to set up a Shawn-Warming party. He's blue again. He calls a girl named "Bella," who shoots him down based on his past dawg-ish behavior. He tries lighting matches to start a fire, but they freeze on him whenever he tries. Why hasn't the cordless phone frozen up yet? Doesn't it get warm when you use it for a while? Just then, days later, he notices Chloe's phone number on his hand. "Chloe!" he says. Eureka, you cold bastard.

Speaking of Chloe, she's at Rosycheeks's house, looking up his horoscope on her laptop. Smallville may be small, but it seems to have remarkably stable ISP service. His horoscope tells him to contain his excitement, which Chloe says will be hard given that he's been waiting for this date since his first growth spurt. "This isn't a date," he reminds Chloe. She came over, apparently, for fashion advice. She sees a shirt he wants to try on and says, "Burn that." Okay, I'll give her that one. That was funny. She asks what else he's got. He says he'll check the laundry basket. Nothing super about that. He goes away, and Chloe's phone rings.

Minutes later, Chloe and Rosycheeks are talking about it. She tries to explain that ShawnPop was sick when he blew her off earlier. Clark is skeptical. Chloe makes more excuses and for the first time acknowledges that ShawnPop is hot. Or just the opposite. Chloe says she invited ShawnPop to bring her a coffee at The Torch. I'll bet he loved the sound of that. Warming up against a torch. Clark sounds like a sixty-year-old person as he tells Chloe, "I just don't want you to get hurt." Chloe's not worried. She pulls out a shirt from the basket. "Blue's a good color on you," she says. "Really?" Clark says. The cheese truck just crashed into my living room and dumped all of its goods all over me and my cat.