Ignacio tears his attention away from the televised proceedings to watch Justin dash past with a pilgrim hat on his head and an aluminum foil turkey place setting...thingy. In the kitchen, over beers, Leah the Lawyer congratulates Hilda on having the maturity to invite Justin's dad to Thanksgiving dinner, and Hilda backstories that she and Santos were never actually married. Betty rushes in the front door and finds out that they went over Ignacio's case an hour ago. Justin adds that Betty also missed his school pageant. Betty apologizes, and Justin tells her that he was the only pilgrim who could do "jazz hands," a concept that he and Ignacio demonstrate in tandem. Betty says that she'll want to hear all about it when she gets back from shopping, and bustles into the kitchen. She's barely finished introducing herself to Leah when she spots the grocery bags lined up on the counter. Yes, Hilda did the shopping. Hilda loudly complains to Leah that Betty never has any time anymore, but Betty protests that she's going to be cooking with Ignacio tomorrow. "And what if they call tomorrow from the office with some fashion emergency?" Hilda mocks. "'They've lowered the hemlines! Red alert!'" Leah joins Hilda in laughing at Betty, which isn't very nice of her. Rummaging through the bags, Betty complains that there are no ingredients to make buñuelos. Yeah, if I had a nickel. I never remember the stuff for buñuelos. That's probably because I have no idea what they are. Betty tells a protesting Hilda that the desserts are a tradition, and that Mom used to make them. Betty's also not happy with the turkey Hilda got, but apparently it was the last one in the store. "You were this close to stuffing a brisket," Hilda tells her. Betty is too chastened to suggest what Hilda can stuff.
At the Mode offices, Wil and Christina are waiting for the elevator. A couple of other women come up behind them, yammering excitedly about all the work they have to do to get ready for their adult kids' holiday homecomings. "We see them three times a year. It's worth it," one says. When the elevator arrives, they go around the mysteriously stationary Christina and Wil, the latter of whom takes the garment bag from Christina and sends her on her way. Christina does a little "Ghost of Thanksgiving Yet to Come" routine as the elevator door closes on her none to soon. Wil stands there alone -- long enough for A Diva's Christmas Carol to flash before her eyes in its entirety. This terrifying experience is more than enough to compel her to whip out her cell phone and cancel on the Versace party. "Nico is coming home," she smiles, almost sincerely.