Once Betty's lunch date is set, Amanda asks her whether or not Daniel is sending Miss Monday Night flowers. Distracted by her newly raging hormones, Betty says that Daniel couldn't remember who Monday was. Amanda looks hurt, as the Sad Music Of Why Dudes Won't Call You Back wails plaintively in the background. Betty gets back to work as Miss Monday opens her desk drawer and looks down at Daniel's watch.

Wilhelmina's office: the bad news is that she can't fit into her red gown. Over Marc's frantic arm-waving and head-shaking, Christina says that it seems Wil has....gained weight. Marc covers his ears, preparing for Wilhelmina's rage, and it's a good thing he did, as the editing implies that her screams of anger and frustration could be heard even by the birds in the sky.

In the time required to get Claire Meade out of rehab and out to lunch, her hair has totally gotten f'ed up. The front is all weirdly flat now. It's not working for her at all. The waiter at this posh restaurant seems quite pleased to have her back, and brings her a complimentary glass of wine, which Daniel repossesses. Claire snarkily informs him that she's getting the veal Marsala, which is made with wine. Daniel retorts that the alcohol burns off. "Then give me the glass of wine and set fire to me after I'm done," she says. Daniel chuckles, then gets serious. "Are we gonna talk about that Christmas?" he asks. At this, Claire briefly looks as though she might cry, but manages to pull it together. "What Christmas?" she asks. You know, the one where you made a huge bonfire of a bunch of Mode magazines because you found out that your husband was sticking it to the Editor in Chief? "It was the Christmas you found out about Dad's affair with Fey," Daniel says, more tactfully than I. Claire dryly notes that "that does jingle a bell."