We then see Jax kissing Abel goodnight. He stops by the bathroom and watches Tara comb her hair for a moment. He's got to nip out for a few hours, but when he gets back, there will be hijinks. Oh yes, there will be hot, I-shot-a-fed-levels of libidinous activity.
Gemma's come back to the New Best Little Whorehouse in Charming, where Nero's hanging out and reading a book about spreadsheet management. For real. (I love the details like that.) There's some small talk, which Gemma is lousy at because she's too busy wondering how to sugarcoat "I sort of have to dump you because your business partner -- also known as my son, may I curse the day he clawed out of my womb -- wants me to whore myself out to my ex for club intel, and I'll never see my grandkids again if I don't do it."
But right as Gemma's about to open her mouth, she's interrupted by twittering. The actual old-fashioned kind, not a dozen half-literate call girls writing "OMG HAD 2 BONE A COUNCILMAN 2NITE. #SOGROSS #EWWMANBOOBS." Nero smiles and says, "My new friends." Charmed, Gemma follows the noise and we see that Nero's bought two lovely little green-and-gold lovebirds. Gemma looks at the cage, nearly moved to tears by the whole thing. Nero hangs back, watching her reaction and says shyly, "I was going to get some fish. Then I saw you had this thing for birds." Gemma turns and asks, "You did this for me?" Oh, Nero. You make it so hard for a woman to dump you for her abusive ex!
Nero says self-deprecatingly, "Lovebirds... too on-the-nose, right?" Gemma looks up at him and says honestly, "No. They're beautiful. Thank you." Whoever is doing the makeup just killed it this episode, because they've given Gemma a pale, gleaming glow and huge, vulnerable eyes. She looks like she's been washed in moonlight.
Nero sits down, takes her hand and asks what's going on. Gemma lies that she's exhausted and needs to take some time to Swim In The Lake Of Her. Nero endorses that and Gemma kisses him. Nero reminds her that he's here and Gemma leaves to the accompaniment of birdsong.
Tara's applying moisturizer before bed, as is required of all TV wives and mothers and she notices the bottle of Eau de Porn Sadness on her dresser. One sniff and she's off to the races, having a genuine Otto-erotic experience.
Jax is missing the warm-up act because he's meeting with Roosevelt to deliver the bad news: There will be no Frankie Diamonds to feed to the gears of the justice machine, because the nomad's body is currently cooling in the back of the van. Roosevelt does not take this well. Jax attempts to placate Roosevelt with, "Frankie pissed off a lot of people. This happened before we could get to him. It wasn't us." Roosevelt would like to know what, pray tell, he is to do with a dead body; Jax is all, "Well, stage the discovery of his worthless corpse in Chigger Woods." You know, with colorful local landmark names like that, it's a mystery why Charming is not more of a culty gem on the roadtripper rosters of America.