Paschal and Neleh are led to a deck, where a table is set, and Neleh squeals, "Oh my heck!" again. I really, really wish she'd stop. She's amazed by the white tablecloths "with, like, ten pieces of silverware." Paschal toasts his "little daughter," and then Neleh squeals at the bread and butter. There's some more "oh my heck"ing. Paschal says it's the best bread he's ever had, and Neleh says it's the best butter she's ever had, and then she laughs with her mouth full of bread and butter and it's gross. Yes, Neleh. I called you gross. Not "sweet" or "innocent" or "naïve" or "earnest." Gross. That's what you are to me.
Meanwhile, the smashing of squiggly things continues at Soliantu, but at least no one eats with his or her mouth open. Kathy tells us that watching the others go off, and then having to prepare their usual dinner, was difficult. Sean speculates that Neleh is ordering dessert first, and Vecepia is envious of the fact that Neleh has probably already conditioned her hair. She then says that Neleh's hair will look beautiful, and that she and Paschal are having a good time. Vecepia, birthday or not, manages to sound sincerely happy for them. Tammy wonders if they'll be able to smuggle food back for the other members of Soliantu, and Sean is confident that they will.
Back on the ship, the Italian feasting music plays. In a confessional, Neleh tells us, "The next thing that came out was...uh, what's it called? What's a delicacy?" I'm not sure she's really asking about the definition of "delicacy," but instead is trying to remember the name of the particular delicacy they were served. We then see the waiter step in and put a plate of escargot in front of each of them. I don't think they had any say in the menu, since would either of them pick not just shellfish, which they've had plenty of in the past thirty days, but also something they'd never had before? Paschal thinks he's never had escargot, and says he never thought snail would taste so good. Neleh tries to look sophisticated, but mostly comes off looking confused. Then they get filet mignon and mashed potatoes; both decline wine, because neither of them drinks. Neleh appears to have made a little beef sandwich out of her steak. They cut out the part where she asks for ketchup, though. Paschal explains that they were served crème brulée for dessert, and he's never had that before either. This man is a fiftysomething year old judge and he's never had escargot or crème brulée before? It sounds like neither of them is pleased, because the dessert is too sugary. In any case, Paschal tells us he was looking forward to the bill, and was wondering what something so extravagant could cost -- he thinks maybe $150. The bill is placed before him, and Neleh exclaims "Holy cow!" At this precise moment, I feel immense relief that she has not yet again exclaimed, "Oh my heck!" I'm not spared for long, though, as she quickly corrects herself and jabbers that infernal exclamation once again. Paschal explains that the total was $312, but it didn't matter to him because it wasn't his money. He leaves a $200 tip, and says it was worth all the money. Neleh says she can't laugh anymore. Good.