At lunch, Wili immediately plays the usual minority card in a seriously dorky way, about how they're just "two women of color out for a fancy lunch on the town. Isn't this fun, girlfriend? And that blouse is heaven! Where did you get it? I love it!" Betty sighs and Wili admits that it's "hideous, like driving through Ohio." Wili is on tonight! She asks Betty for help with some bullshitty eponymous filing confusion, and Betty says she'll ask for time off from Player to come help her, because Betty rules. Wilhelmina's sights for Betty are set a little higher: return to Mode as assistant to the Editor In Chief. Which admittedly is a six-word résumé that would do anything for you. Betty points out that she would never leave Daniel, and that Wilhelmina is an untrustable psychotic, and Wili cheers both her "loyalty" and her "suspicion," saying that Betty would never have to do anything wrong, ugly or morally suspect: "That's what Mark is for!" she says brightly, and tells her to think before throwing away her future at Player.

Back in Queens, the family is no more interested in Betty's drama than normal. Justin swans around in a pink tank mangling sports metaphors; Hilda just wants her to get a Player cover signed by sports figures for some Coach Tony-related auction. Betty says she felt like she was cheating just by talking to Wili, and Hilda immediately goes on a whole meltdown about how it's not cheating to explore options, and shuts herself down pretty quick: "I ... just care about you!" I'm tired of cartoon Hilda and I wish real Hilda would come back; she was with her babydaddy for about five seconds and it's time to get a new, healthy hobby. Betty resolves to talk to Daniel immediately, because especially at Mode, secrets tend to go bad. Of course, Wili is right this second blowing Daniel's mind with the hints about Betty possibly deserting him.

Daniel freaks out on Betty about how she's stepping out on him, and she's forced to admit that working for Player isn't exactly her dream job. Please, it's not even a job she can comprehend! She admits she's not happy, and he swears he is, but her suspicion -- and wonderfully intimate, loving dubiousness about it -- cause him to go insane on her because she's right. She begs him to stop shouting and be reasonable, and he tells her very reasonably that she is a poopoo head and that he's taking his ball and going home and she go play with Wilhelmina for all he cares. Betty heads to Wili's office and asks if the offer's still open, sadly; Wili smiles horrifyingly in response.