So, if she can't have her man, I guess her best friend in New York's man will do just as well. At J.B.'s apartment, Sarah is cleaning up the kitchen. J.B. protests that she didn't have to do that, and Sarah says it's her way of thanking him for letting her stay there. "So this thing you're going to tonight, pretty fancy, huh?" Sarah asks, eyeing the dress shirt he brought home from the cleaners. Oh, are we wheedling for an invite? No dice -- J.B. tells her it is fancy, and that he will probably be gone the majority of the night, so she should have the place to herself and should she feel like celebrating, there is beer in the fridge. Feeling a bit salty, Sarah? I love it. Sarah is visibly sorry for herself as J.B. goes about his business.
We are looking at a mess of bottles and crap when we hear a knock on the door. Platypus calls out from behind her pile of garbage, "It's open!" Joss pokes her head in and says, "It's open? Hello? You got a death wish or something?" Platypus tells her she's expecting a junk-food delivery. Joss asks if Sarah is around, and Platypus says, "Sarah doesn't live here anymore." Joss is taken aback, "Really? Well, do you know where she is?" Platypus says, "Don't have a clue. Don't give a damn." "Wow," Joss says. "Well, I dropped some pretty heavy stuff on her yesterday and I was kind of harsh about it and so I wanted to apologize." Platypus points a chip at her and whispers, "Hey, I'm watching here," and gestures at her to stop talking. From the TV, we can hear that she is watching some foreign-language show. Joss asks her what it is, and Platypus replies that she has no idea. Joss tries another approach: "What language is it in?" "No idea, but I think I'm about able to speak it," Platypus answers. That's good enough to tempt Joss, so she flops down next to Platypus, who offers her some chips.