Meanwhile, another date cards arrives, and there are too many damn names to read. And now the "I'm pissed that I have to go on a date with other women" griping starts. Thanks, Blakeley!

Back at "The Girl & The Fig" we've already -- thank god -- got to the point where he has to decide on the rose. Having not come across as actively objectionable, Kacie gets it after Ben offers it, and then they smooch a little bit, which is obligatory. Kacie calls the rose a "symbol of moving forward".

And then Ben has one more surprise -- over at the Sebastiani Theatre (completely empty, like the rest of the town) they sit down and some ... baby movies of Kacie start playing on the screen? No, seriously, this is a perfect first date? Watching video of a young baton-twirling Kacie? And then baby footage of Ben? Take out the piano ballad and replace it with some minor-key violin and this is a horror movie. I mean, an actual horror movie instead of just regular Bachelor.

Oh, and Kacie even cries as she tells us about it. "It was so cool to see Ben as a kid, and growing up, and how close he was to his dad and his family," she says. Even Ben is wiping away a tear as the movie ends. "Sharing that moment with Casey was something I'll never forget," he says. Then they kiss some more, and Ben's blubbering solidifies for Kacie that he's a real, genuine person or something. Yeah, Kacie, that's not what's solidifying for Ben when it comes to you.

So the group date the next day is for twelve women, and it says something like, "Come play with me," and not knowing what's coming, Blakeley has decided to dress up as the "After" picture in a breast-augmentation ad.

Turns out the group date is making the women audition for a group of 12-year-old playwrights who have written a fairy-tale for them all to star in, so what follows are wacky audition hijinks of the women being asked to act like a weasel, or act like a hippie (with that particular bachelorette not having a clue what a hippie is or does), or, um, jog in slow motion. That last request was for the boobs-a-poppin' Blakeley, and you can't tell me the kid either knew exactly what she was doing by asking that question, or she was instructed to ask that question. "The girl with the uh," says one actual girl, gesturing at her chest. "I wasn't a fan of her." On the other hand, Blakeley likely sped up puberty for the boys in the group by at least a couple of years.