Oh, dear. It appears that Seth's attempt to be a parent to Pancakes has met a tragic end, as Seth is totally carrying a stuffed animal and not a real rabbit when Summer picks him up at work. It's a convincing prop, actually, but its nose isn't moving and it doesn't even blink, so if it actually is a real rabbit, it's either dead or drugged. Anyway, Summer says she has a better idea for what she and Seth can do tonight. She's decided against having a huge formal wedding in favor of eloping. In Vegas. RIGHT NOW. Seth doesn't miss a beat, nor does he back down. He says big weddings are a pain in the ass, so to Vegas they will go. And in this shot, Pancakes either sneezed or had a seizure, so I guess he's still alive.
The Cohen dinner is progressing apace. Ryan tells Frank about his college plans, and Frank says he's heard great things about Berkeley. Sandy is sure to let Frank know that Berkeley is his school. His and Kirsten's. Frank applauds this family tradition and there is an awkward silence. Frank decides to fill it with a story about a family trip to San Francisco the Atwoods once attempted. They never made it there, as Trey got carsick and they got two flat tires. And this was before they ever got out of the driveway! Chino is rough. Frank whips out his wallet to show them a picture of Ryan from that trip he carries with him (all the better to forget about him with), and Kirsten and Taylor squeal in delight at the prospect of seeing pictures of BabyRyan. Who is totally cute, of course. All the attention makes Ryan uncomfortable, so he leaves to get dessert. Sandy clears the table and follows Ryan into the kitchen.
Inside, Sandy has to admit that Frank is starting to win him over. Ryan agrees that Frank is a different person than he used to be. It's too bad that it took a terminal illness for that to happen. "Better late than never, I guess," he says. And then Sandy's Phone of Dramatic Revelations rings. Ryan goes outside with the dessert, and Sandy answers it.