Tara wakes up in Sookie's bed with Eggs, and I guess because of who usually sleeps here, rolls over and checks his heartbeat, or lays on his sick chest and thinks about sweat or whatever, and then picks up that hideous effing picture of the horrible monster about to devour the little girls, also known as Tara and Sookie with the beastly goblin of Adele, and her eyebrows twitch with yearning and love and possibly fear because of how fucked up Gran looks, and -- as though he can feel her heart moving away toward Sookie again -- Eggs wakes up and goes, "Hey, come back."

Tara assures Eggs that she is right there, and tells him about how amazing Adele was and how she was practically Tara's real mom, and somewhere I guess Eggs files this information away for later, along with how this house is the only place she's ever felt safe. Then they make out to celebrate that this is the first birthday Tara's ever had that didn't end up, one assumes, with Lettie Mae shoving her head through plate glass or throwing her off a bridge or whatever her mom used to do for fun before Jesus and/or witchcraft in the forest with part-time drugstore diabetics.

The Hotel Carmilla exterior looks only slightly faker than Grandmother Goblin, and then Sookie's nipples wake up and immediately run out the door, leaving Bill in bed at dawn for the first time ever. Downstairs, there's Barry, who practically runs away as she once again attempts to climb down his esophagus. He points out that having a cognitive disability both regular-sucks and now super-sucks because the only people he can hang out with are vampires which, let's face it, are kind of fucked up in some ways.

She's all, "Pish, I totally got a job with my psychic powers that is going great! Why, I almost got abducted this time already, and last time I did a job with them, a little girl was murdered after I was almost murdered. But she's fine now, she's right upstairs, and she is totally adorable when she's not choking her family members with belts. You gotta meet her! Being psychic is the best!" Before Barry can point out that Sookie's life is tragic like any way you look at it, this fangbanger chick comes in thinking really loud ("Ow Brazilian wax feels like that bitch ripped out my female organs get a vamp to pay for laser somebody bite me") and Sookie screams at Barry's brain to shut it out, like she has learned to do. Or more to the point, to father him like Bill did with Jessica last night.