The Big House. Two less-than-impressively wrapped presents sit on the kitchen table, where Kirsten scribbles. Seth asks if she's working from home, and Kirsten explains that she's on vacation. He says, "Oh, yes, clearly," and she claims to find reviewing the end-of-year accounts relaxing. Seth hopes it's a recessive gene, and she says he should be so lucky. She claims that she hasn't taken a vacation in a while and that she's easing into it; in response, he's all, "Hey, yeah, I don't judge, okay? I only mock." Kirsten says, "That you get from your father." Seth reaches toward his eyebrows and panics, "Oh my God, they're comin' in." Hee. And hee. Seth notices the presents, and Kirsten explains that they came for Ryan from Dawn and Treyelle. Seth ponders the gifts, telling Kirsten that when Ryan talks about his holidays, he has no idea what to say. Kirsten says he just has to be himself, and Seth's all, "Yeah, 'cause that always works so well." Kirsten mothers that being a family is hard enough, but that creating a new family has just got to feel weird. Seth responds, "Feeling weird's right in my wheelhouse." And although this statement initially made no sense to me, I looked it up. And it's not only sensible, it's a fine example of character continuity! Per the dictionary, a wheelhouse is "a small house on or above a vessel's deck, containing the steering wheel." And Seth's a sailor, so he would know. But anyway. At that moment Kirsten, still going through her papers, makes an over-exaggerated, perplexed look. Seth notices -- how could he not? -- and asks, "What, what is it? Is Grandpa going crazy with the company credit card again? What is it this time? Hookers? A little blow, perhaps?" Kirsten asks what he's talking about, and even he admits that he doesn't know. He asks again what it is, and she hopes that it's nothing, and then dismisses him to get ready for the party. He prances off: "I'll go put on my face." Kirsten watches Seth leave, and then dials the phone, identifies herself, and explains that she's lost her copy of the survey Caleb ordered of the Balboa Heights. She requests that a copy be faxed directly to her.
A whispery conversation. Jimmy's Not-So-Beautiful Blue Bachelor Pad. Lady Heather storms in, and she can't believe it! Marissa! Jimmy tries to calm her down, but she continues to rant about having to host the most important event of her professional career tonight! Aside from the fact that "professional career" is a bit redundant, does she even have a career or a profession? I could see if she'd said "social career," but she specified otherwise, so I'm confused. Because really "professional" and "Lady Heather" in one sentence only lead in one direction, and it's probably not the one she means, although it might just be closest to the truth. When Jimmy snits that at least her priorities are in order, Lady Heather announces that it's amazing how all these calamities keep happening under his watch. He asks whether he's the one to blame for this one, too, and she's all, "Where do you think she learned to steal?" Oooh! Marissa jumps to her feet and orders them to stop! Lady Heather should blame her and not Jimmy! Jimmy says they're lucky the store isn't pressing charges; he explains to Lady Heather that he and Marissa were just discussing appropriate punishments. Lady Heather snarks, "Oh, really? Well, way to rule with the iron fist, Stalin, but it's not up to her." She decrees, "No car, no allowance, no weekends." Which sounds like appropriate punishment to me, by the way. Marissa snots over whether this means she can stay home tonight, and Lady Heather qualifies, "Starting tomorrow," because she won't have her party ruined by Marissa's "little sticky fingers." Hee. Lady Heather knows that "this time of year makes everything bad seem worse," but why did Marissa do it? Marissa cries that she thought it would be...and she wasn't...but she can't provide any kind of explanation; instead, she concludes that it was just a stupid thing to do. When Lady Heather announces that she called the therapist on her way over, Marissa acts outraged. Jimmy jumps in to say that Lady Heather's right: therapy was part of the deal of Marissa's moving in with him. Marissa implores that she's been doing much better since Mexico -- 4.0 GPA, charity league, social chair. Lady Heather flatly adds that she's scheduled Marissa an appointment with Dr. Milano, who is supposed to be great. Marissa insists that she can handle the situation, promising not to do it again. Lady Heather softly says, "Honey. I love you. But I don't believe you." When Jimmy suggests that she might actually find therapy helpful, Marissa "whatever"s them and stomps off to get ready for the party. Halfway up the steps, she turns to snit that she knows Lady Heather has a big party to throw, and she's sure Lady Heather doesn't want to keep Caleb waiting. Lady Heather and Jimmy exchange commiserating looks.