Justin, rocking a new hairstyle, accompanies his class on their Mode tour and brags about his internship. He has to give Betty the "stop embarrassing me look," and she winds things up. Her former teacher tells her how great it is to have one of her students succeed as a working writer, living in the big city. Betty and Justin spill that she's actually an assistant and still lives at home, and the teacher tries to compliment Betty on her style but it rubs up against the Teacher Truth Code. Betty offers to take questions from the kids, as long as they're not about vacuous celebrities. This rules out all but one. A girl named Hillary notes that Mode did an article on the fur industry. She wants to know if there was any backlash since the magazine advertises furs. Betty loves the question and high-fives Hillary, but as soon as the little attitude-laden ringleader of the group shoots her a disgusted look, Hillary says her question doesn't matter and walks away. Justin tells Betty that Lindsay, the mean girl ringleader, can make life hell for someone if she doesn't like what they say. It's like Lord of the Flies in ballet flats, he says. Betty won't give up, and tells the group that Mode is about journalism and telling stories, not about what Gisele is eating for lunch. Lindsay, with shock that Gisele eats lunch, wants to know the details. Betty can't give them to her, but from behind the reception desk Amanda says, "Cucumber wrapped sushi, seven jelly beans, sparkling water at room temp." The girls realize that a) they need to go on a diet; b) they want to be Amanda. Oh, seventh grade. I miss you not at all.
In the closet, someone cops a feel of Christina. It is, of course, Stuart. The two, who apparently have been jumping each other's bones with the vigor of a large-lunged bagpiper, have a discussion about a doctor's appointment that Stuart is supposed to go to. He doesn't want to, but she tells him she doesn't want to lose him. They smooch, and Marc walks in asking for an introduction. Christina tells him that he doesn't work there and she's going to call security. He says he's there on business, then asks them to avert their eyes because he has a clandestine meeting in the secret sex room. Stuart tells him he's been in there, and Marc is pleased before he's grossed out. He heads in, where Amanda and Halston are waiting. Amanda is spending some time with her dads, and notes that today she's feeling particularly close to Jimmie J.J. Walker. Dynomite, indeed. Her private investigator has upturned nothing, and she's depressed. Although he usually likes to see his friends in a bad way because it makes him feel superior, Marc has to admit that this isn't fun anymore. He's going to help Amanda, he says, by turning to a higher power. If God would just stop cradling Daniel's butt for a few minutes, she might actually make some headway.