Ron and Chris find the flower shop with an assist from a clerk, to whom Chris says "arigato so much." Heh. Chris has her dad start by blowing his nose. Hey, a clean slate, right? Chris and Ron go upstairs, since Nate and Jen are downstairs.
Nick offers to carry Don's bag to speed up the team, and Don agrees. Don interviews that he's afraid of letting Nick down, and in a segment that, in fairness to Nick, seems hugely edited down from something else, he says he's afraid of letting himself down, and it would be letting himself down if he didn't help his grandfather. They kind of made it seem like Don was like, "I'm afraid of letting Nick down," and Nick immediately said, "Well, I'm just afraid of letting myself down," which I suspect is not quite what happened. I don't think Nick is really the "shut up, old man" type.
Robot soccer! Nick and Don enter and survey the place, which is set up with these tables that look kind of like foosball tables, you know? Only they have a soccer "field," and there are robots running around on them. And I am officially explaining this worse than Andy Rooney would. Seriously, you guys, I'm really tired. "Are they going to show us how to do it?" Nick asks. "Play!" the ref yells. "No, I guess not," Nick observes. Heh. They do have a little sheet showing what the different buttons do, and Nick uses it to teach himself quickly how to do the basic functions with the robot. Don interviews that he's nothing at videogames -- he loses to his grandkids every time. Believe me, Don, it's possible to lose to small children, even at things other than videogames. Which I am currently learning while locked in a Scrabulous battle with my Music Stylist's son, who is six years old. In my defense, he is almost seven. Incidentally, I hereby launch my personal protest that "MUNS" is an allowed Scrabble word. Aside from perhaps being a portmanteau couple name to be used in fanfic in which muffins fall in love with guns, I do not get it. Not totally on topic, I realize.
Jen reports that all the sniffing is making her lightheaded. And not in the Jeff Conaway sense. She interviews that she looked up in a kind of a fog and thought she might have hallucinated herself into "a Pink Floyd music video." Nate laughs, and...yeah, I'll give her that one; that's a little funny. Upstairs, Ron and Chris are setting up their method of searching for the flower. Nate grows tired of Jen and says to her, "Be quiet and smell! All I hear of you is talking!" I know a few people to whom "Be quiet and smell! All I hear of you is talking!" wouldn't be a bad thing to say. Kind of resigned, kind of rebellious. Oh, just stink already, but don't yammer on top of it.