The next morning, on her way home with a bag full of groceries, Betty is intercepted by a similarly-laden Gina. Except Gina's bag, Betty notes, contains cigarettes and vodka. "You have your traditions, I have mine," snaps Gina. One of those traditions is, of course, bugging Betty, which Gina's doing today by saying that she's heard all about Ignacio's legal problems. Betty tries to blow her off, but Gina, "in the spirit of the holiday," wants to give her some advice: "Leah [the Lawyer] Stillman is bad news." Gina's heard through the grapevine that someone in Astoria hired Leah to get custody of her kids, and Leah not only didn't win the case, but also absconded with all the money. Doesn't sound like she went very far. Betty says that she trusts Hilda and Leah, and Gina says that she warned her: "And tell your father I wish him a very happy Thanksgiving," she snots. Gina heads off into "Bad Girls" by Donna Summer, while this news rattles uncomfortably around inside Betty's head.
After the commercial, Betty's in the house and on the line with 411, trying to run down the address of the person Gina mentioned as Leah's former client. But then Daniel calls Betty's cell phone. (This would be the shirtless Daniel scene for the week, by the way.) "I need you," he says. "I'm at the loft. Hurry, it's an emergency." He rings off before Betty can ask whether hemlines are up or down. She's on her way out, but she's got to get past Hilda first, who reminds her that she's supposed to cook Thanksgiving dinner with Ignacio. "Will you tell him I'm sorry?" Betty says sadly, rushing off.
Up in Wilhelmina's office, Amanda and Marc have got a whole champagne picnic laid out for themselves as they watch the Macy's parade out the window. As Marc cheers the Eva Longoria float, Amanda freezes, suddenly horrified at the possibility that Wil might have hidden cameras in there. "I would have been fired a long time ago," Marc scoffs. "What's that weird float over there?" he asks. Amanda turns to follow his gaze. "That's not a float," she says. Wait for it... "That's Betty!" Oh, for mean.
Betty arrives at Daniel's loft. His emergency: which shirt should he wear today? Betty's rightly pissed that he pulled her away from her family on Thanksgiving for this, and he doesn't help himself by complaining that it took her forty-five minutes to get there. She says that she had to cut across the parade route. "I almost got run over by those Queer Eye guys riding a giant pilgrim! ...Okay, that came out wrong." Daniel insists that he has to look good to sit across from Salma and her boyfriend. Which is why, as Betty notices, he's wearing cover-up. Daniel: "I have a pimple, okay? Go away." Betty's about to do just that, but when Daniel whines about his shirts some more, Betty whirls on him and rips him a new one, and he actually looks a little embarrassed. Seriously, dude. You're the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine, and the person you call for fashion advice is Betty? Salma must have sucked his brain clean out of his skull. But of course, Betty has something more important to contribute than style tips: "You are an amazing person, Daniel," she says angrily. Oh, Betty. "You're smart, you're handsome, you were voted one of the top ten bachelors in the city by some magazine." "Esquire," Daniel says. Betty's point is that Salma's boyfriend is the one who should feel threatened by Daniel, not the other way around. And he should wear the purple shirt. Betty somehow manages to find her way out.