It's now morning at the Mermaid Inn, Where Newport Snobs Get Their Chino and Riverside Slummin' in. Ryan wakes up spooning Theresa; he kisses her shoulder before rolling out of bed. Aw. That's sweet. Ryan rolls out of the tacky sheets, the first character in network television history to refrain from taking all the bedding with him. Theresa rolls over and checks him out. She likey. Me likey, too. Because he is ripped. I don't care if he is five foot two. Theresa asks what's the matter, and Ryan says he has people now who notice if he doesn't come home. Theresa has the day off, and suggests that they go to the pier or the beach together. He has "a thing," though, which isn't an acceptable excuse to her; he clarifies that Caleb is being honored, and that the Cohens are hosting a cocktail party for him. Without looking her in the eye, he asks if she wants to come. Theresa asks if he wants her to, because she's not getting that vibe. He insists that he does, but adds, "You know what these things are like...these people." She also points out the awkwardness in the fact that "the girl who serves food at the party is now a guest at the party." It'd be more awkward, I suppose, if this was a different kind of television show in which "the girl who serves food at the party is now the food at the party." They go back and forth with the "I want to go but I want you to want me to go if you want me to go and I know you want me to go and you know you want me to go so I know you want me to go" and the "I only want you to go if you want to go and I know you want to go but you don't have to go but of course you can go if you want to go and if I know that you want to go and if you know that I want you to go." It's exhausting. Finally, they work it out: she won't go, but only because she has nothing to wear. And it would have been so much easier if they had just figured that out in the first place. Theresa invites Ryan over afterward, though, so they can both wear nothing. For once, we see that she's sleeping naked and not in her t-shirt or camisole which would not have come off in either really bad sex or really really good sex.