Jenn's eating Cheese Nips. So sad. Marisa is funny and cute, spazzing about how she's starving and can't wait for the awful tent food; Arrow continues to act classy. Kristine and (I think) Aimee serve up depressing spaghetti at the camp; Marisa cries into it. Tim sits down at the piano and the ovulation begins. Nicole talks about how "a lotta things just don't" impress her, beyond like the concept of couture clothing or in-ground pools, but that Tim, she finds, is awesome on the piano. He is, but we already knew that, but just in case, we watch that go on for a while. James jokes about how Tim won't be single for long after this display of greatness, and Nicole -- I loved this, the way she said it, made me like her more -- softly and sternly goes, "Easy." She interviews about how "everybody" is saying there's "a connection there," like in homeroom they are reading a note she passed herself on this very subject, and how Tim's a nice guy, "but I don't know what's going on..." Which: we all do, which is that you've been all over his jock for four weeks, in front of cameras, forcing the issue. And succeeding, for which I give you all props. They toast -- Tim still looks rough, he needs a nap -- and their champagne glasses have fist-sized strawberries floating in them, so classy, and then they watch the fireworks, and geek out, but I'm not going to make fun of that part, because it's awesome. James either gets choked up or his vocal cords are finally ready to give him a piece of their mind.

Heidi worries, in the yard, where she looks a Waldo amount of out-of-place (Aimee and Angela look totally at peace, of course) that she's still gotta pull somebody into the BR, which is all strategic for her, except for the foregone conclusion that Marisa's going home in a minute and everybody including people who've never heard of this show knows that. Based on Sean's input about POS, she says, she has to bring one cashier and one marketing person.

Translation: "What I mean is Marisa, plus whoever among the cult is most expendable and/or can talk a good game in the BR without indicting me for my awful, horrible management this week. Now let's pretend to discuss it until you're all fooled into thinking you have a voice or opinions of her own."