Down by the dock, Farmer Beavis confronts Bobby Jon, who seems to be attempting to catch minnows in Lydia's little cove. "Any regrets about last night?" Bobby Jon stops to think about whether he has any regrets. And also to peruse the limited selection in his brain's Vocabulary Department. "Yeah, some," Bobby Jon says, "but that's just, it was just a part, a part of that, that, that was a stage in the game where, where I had to do what I had to do, you know?" Glad he cleared that up. Bobby Jon goes on to clarify that while he and Brandon might have liked Blake, everyone else kind of hated him, which made it tough. I suspect what this means is that Bobby Jon realized (meaning he was most likely told) that Danni was going to vote for Blake, and he didn't want to be the odd person out the way Brandon is right now. You'd think, though, that with Bobby Jon's "honor" talk, he'd have felt obligated to warn Farmer Beavis himself.

Around the fire, Brian and Gary have a chat in which Brian comments that he suspects Nakum will be very surprised to see that they booted Blake. Looking at Gary, I am reminded of one of the things that always confuses me about this show: why do the men always look like old ladies in the morning? Brian then interviews that getting rid of Blake was "a get-out-of-jail-free card" for the former Yaxha on the tribe, because they really should have been gone. And now, it's gone to a tie, so they theoretically don't have to make any more deals if all three of them stick together.

Over at Nakum, also on Day 15, Howlie or Howlie Equivalent lounges in a tree, bored out of his highly evolved skull at being left behind to hang out with the less evolved Jamie and Judd. Speaking of whom, the boys have a highly cerebral chat in which Jamie expresses how tired he is of "jungle noises." They agree that they don't like the mosquitoes buzzing in their ears. Elsewhere, Steph muses on the fact that the mosquitoes have the irritating ability to bite her through her shirt. I think there's a joke here having something to do with being thin-skinned, but it is eluding me. Rafe, wearing an adorable little headwrap that makes me want to ask him how much he charges for a fig, explains with a smile that the mosquitoes are indeed horrible, just as they always are after it rains. I can't believe he's smiling while saying that, except that he smiles while saying everything. Cindy, gathering wood with as much covering her up as she possibly can manage, agrees that even the worst swampiest Florida conditions aren't as bad as this.