Bussing tables, Sookie tries for like an entire second. "I've been admiring your necklace all day." Amy nods, pleased. "Oh thanks, it's a lariat. I made it." Sookie's grudgingly impressed, and Amy offers to make her something, but Sookie's still in her interracial dating phase -- something Amy surely recognizes -- so she takes it on the offensive: "Thanks, but I don't think my boyfriend much likes silver." Amy wearing a silver lariat: noted. They move to the next tables, and Sookie turns hooded eyes on her. "You know my brother's a dog, don't you?" Amy's surprised. She brings out the worst in him. And vice versa. Sookie gets closer and closer, won't blink or drop her gaze: "He's all charm and smiles in the beginning, but the second he gets tired of you, he's gonna stop callin'. Before you know it, he's off with some other floozy." Amy smiles, she knows this part. She knows how angry Sookie is, he told her. And she knows this is not exactly charitable either. Sookie realizes what she just said: "Not... not that you are one! But trust me, it's as regular as the seasons." She shrugs: hate him as much as I do, please. We can both get out of this alive. Otherwise, you're the pretty girl in his life, and I am an orphan, and you're taking him away. What interests me is how, this time of all times, we don't hear Amy thinking, responding to this. "You seem like a sweet girl. I don't want you to get hurt."

Amy nods, wise and secure in her wisdom. She's not wrong, but it's only true from her specific angle, and that's something not even she's going to be able to hold onto for long. Still, it bears saying. It bears repeating, whether or not he can hear it, until everybody agrees that it's true. Because it's true: "You know, I don't think Jason's realized even half of what he's going to be. I wouldn't be so quick to judge. I think you might be surprised at what he's capable of." That is some oracular shit right there. Almost scary, how divergent the meanings of that could be.

Sookie considers her as she's leaving, and Arlene approaches. "Hey, Sookie. I've been meaning to talk to you... I've just been a mess lately. You know, with the kids and the double shifts and Rene and everything, it's been awful hard. And I've probably said some things that I don't mean, but ... That's the pressure talking. I love you like my own sister. I mean you know that, right?" Sookie's cautious, and I mean: this is weird, right? Except that we have to retroactively believe this relationship now, because Arlene's been sending out such negative vibes regarding Bill that she has been coming off as a total bitch. Paquin sells it, and thanks her, and offers to babysit. "I... I didn't... I mean..." Sookie laughs: "I heard you talkin' to Terry. I'm a better choice." Word. Arlene, grateful, agrees. "Rene's taking me to Ruston to see that Oak Ridge Boys tribute band!" Second only to Burning Man in the lexicon of personal hells for yours truly. Can you imagine? Sookie's like, "AWESOME!" and they giggle awhile.