Jason and Michelle are sitting on the "entertainment centre," which is really just a bench -- a board on four legs. There are no shelves or cubbyholes or anything to put books and other media. Not neatly, anyway. Gen comes in, skipping, bouncing, and flailing with excitement. She's squealing unintelligibly. Finally, she settles down enough that I can tell what she's saying. She's happy about the weather, and that they can work outside today. She says that the tables look good and the trim looks wonderful: "She better appreciate that."

Frank says that they have to sweep the floor, put up drapes, hang art, bring in the sofa and chairs, put down the rug, and put the bar where it belongs.

Gen says that they have to do the moldings today, put another couple of coats of stain on the tables, hang up shelves, and clean the place up.

Frank and his team are standing in front of a new sofa wrapped in plastic. He says he's over budget and he doesn't care. He goes on and on about it.

Gen and Jason are working on framing the pictures she blew up. She did them in black and white, completely obviating Jason's efforts to get some oranges and yellows into the room. They agree that the pictures look cooler in black and white.

Frank and his team are popping bubble wrap. MPDP joins in. She's overjoyed that they're so far along in the process. Frank holds up a vase and says, "Before you get all excited, you need to put money in this tip jar. How much cash you got on you? And I'll take an IOU." MPDP looks unimpressed.

Gen and Jason are still debating over pictures. I'm still checking the tape counter every seventeen seconds to see how much of this I've got left.

Frank makes a big speech about how he always plays by the rules, but that sometimes you gotta say the heck with it, and he's willing to take whatever MPDP dishes out. Josh thinks they should wrestle. MPDP makes a couple of flogging gestures. Unfortunately, my mind doesn't shut down quickly enough not to hear Frank's answer: "Oh, please. A flogging is good."

Gen seems to be expecting Ty's help with the molding. He says he's not doing it. She says he can't just flake out on her. He says he's not. This seems to be a genuine conflict, though I don't know why Ty's refusing.

Frank's still holding court on his shocking revolt against the rules. MPDP wonders what Frank expects her to do, since he keeps saying he doesn't care and that he's going to do it anyway. Frank: "It's coming out of my pocket, right?" MPDP weakly says that that isn't really the game. Frank: "Who cares what the game is, Paige? Who cares at this point? I don't care." Back of the line, buddy. I was here not caring first.