Gilbert Gables: Jenna is making a sandwich as Jeremy wanders into the kitchen, cellphone glued to ear, leaving a message for Anna. Jenna asks how Anna is. "I like that girl. She has fire." Jeremy doesn't know. She won't return his calls. Snark walks in and asks his nephew if he has girl troubles. Jeremy says there's no trouble, he's just waiting on a call. John tries to probe about Anna a little more, but it puts off both Jenna (of course the fact that John is still breathing puts off Jenna) and the Germ, who wants to know what's up with the curiosity. Snark: "I'm just making conversation. No one else in this house likes me. At least I can talk to you -- especially if you need someone to talk to about girls." Jenna: "Oh, please. I'm eating" Hee. I love her Snark-hate. Once they're alone, Snark closes in on Jeremy and asks how well he really knows Anna. Jeremy says "Extremely well." Snark reminds him that he can talk to him about anything and can answer any questions that he has. Jeremy asks him why. Oh my word. Would one of you just say the word vampire and get it over with. Nope. Not yet. Instead, Snark explains in thusly: "Because your dad would want me to." Jeremy blinks, swallows and stumbles over his words until he ekes out an I'm good.

Isobel's: Our blue-eyed Evil Pixie Monster is playing strip poker with Cherie. "Oh oh, Cherie. You won again. I hope I'm wearing my good underwear." He stands, unbuckles his belt, and unbuttons and unzips his pants, when Isobel returns and spoils the moment. "Tonight's just one blast from the past after another." Damon does up his pants and belt. Isobel says, "No, no, no," but has earned our undying ire, nonetheless. In French, Isobel tells Cherie to leave the room (or says something that makes Cherie leave). It's viewer's choice. Watch Cherie bounce out, or get lost in Damon's abs, especially those ones highlighted by his extra low-slung trousers.

Sidebar: Good news! Good news! Remember how I was never sure what to call those abdominal muscles (possibly obliques) other than the dirty, dirty name I use in my head? Reader Pam rode (or wrote) to my rescue. Pam writes: "My gay, male friends call them the 'Adonis Belt'. I think that's fitting." Thank you Pam. Thank you Pam's gay male friends. I'll pause here so we can all get another good long look. [...]