Meanwhile, Bradford is entering some fancy back room by himself. He dumps his club soda into a vase and makes to fix himself a real drink. Suddenly, Fey appears in the doorway, and then walks off again as soon as he sees her. "Fey?" he says, frozen in wonder. I assume he's frozen, at least, or else he'd probably try to follow her. Which he doesn't.
Bradford does claim to Claire, after the commercial break, that he did go after Fey, but that she "just disappeared." Was that before or after he mixed himself the drink he's holding now? Claire takes the drink out of Bradford's hand and samples it with her finger, saying that Fey was just some "wishful hallucination." Daniel comes up to ask if everything's okay, and Claire leads Bradford off with his arm in one hand and his drink in another. "He's just had too much to drink. I've got him," says Claire. "Ironic, isn't it?" Daniel tries to snag the drink out of his mom's hand before she goes, but she's too quick for him. Nobody will ever see that drink again.
Back at Casa Suarez, Walter has arrived, and Betty is venting at him about Hilda. Which, fine; dude might as well be good for something. "Maybe it is time this family stopped depending on me for everything," she says. "I just asked where I should put my coat," says Walter. Because it's all about Walter. Betty sarcastically tells him to ask Hilda: "She knows everything." Betty stomps off, leaving Walter standing there in his coat. Santos, ever the gentleman, comes up behind Walter with a beer and puts a companionable arm around him. "Run while you can," he advises. Walter grabs the beer like it's a life preserver.
Wil seems pretty satisfied with the Thanksgiving dinner she's whipped up, and from the looks of things, she should be. Just in time, too; Nico calls out to say that she's home, and Wil calls back that she's in the kitchen. "What, did you get lost or something?" Nico asks, rolling in her wheeled suitcase. She says that she'll throw in a load of laundry later, and doesn't even sit down before turning around and heading for the door again. Because, you see, Nico isn't in town to see her mom, but to see Death Cab for Cutie at the Beacon. Oops. Wil's hurt, and Nico picks up on it. She figured that Wil had plans anyway, like always, and Wil whips off her apron and sadly says, yes indeedy, she's horribly late for Donatella Versace's Thanksgiving party. Nico asks if she's okay, and Wil says that it's nothing: "I just mad e little snack in case...well, I'm sure it's not very good anyway." She leaves the room to change, leaving Nico alone in the kitchen. And Nico walks up to the counter, looks behind it, and for the first time sees the complete Thanksgiving dinner laid out there. She looks guilty as hell. Poor Nico, born with absolutely no sense of smell.