Outside, Logan is grandstanding for the 09ers at Weevil's expense. Sean is there. Duncan looks most displeased, and when Logan sits down next to him, Duncan gives him a look that could cut glass, and storms off. Logan follows him, challenging to tell him what's on his mind. Duncan asks if Logan took the money. Logan doesn't answer, which I think is genuine shock that his best friend would accuse him of such a thing, but Duncan misinterprets his silence as confirmation and stalks off again. Logan points out that Duncan was, as the British say, pissed, but Duncan doesn't acknowledge that, and accuses Logan of "going over to the dark side, bit by bit." Or tattoo by tattoo, depending on how you want to look at it. Duncan finishes by saying that Logan has turned into a "full-fledged jackass," and that he's over it. Logan calls after him, "What, are we breaking up now? You want your best friend charm back?" When Duncan's gone, though, he looks upset, and I don't blame him. Picking out your own underwear in the morning can be such a chore.
Chez Echolls. Lynn is directing her legion staff on how to do the decorations, which are appropriately gaudy -- lots of overdone ornaments and a tacky white tree that's tall enough to give the poor maid who has to decorate the top of it vertigo. Keith informs Lynn that the person who sent the pumpkin "poem" sent six previous letters. Lynn: "Is that bad?" It depends on how you feel about dead husbands, dear. Given your arc on Melrose Place, I could understand if you were in favor. Keith recommends that Lynn cancel the party, which is now the next night, but she says she's hired plenty of security. Her attitude is a little inconsistent with how concerned she was in Keith's office, I feel obliged to point out. Haaron arrives home, and warmly greets Keith, wondering if Lynn bothered him about the letter. And I know it's Southern California, but the vibe passing between Haaron and Lynn at the moment is such that you could build a snowman in the Echollses' great hall and it wouldn't melt. I wonder what that's all about. Haaron tells Keith that the letter is no big deal and perfectly normal as he opens a pair of doors. Behind it, on a table, sits a pumpkin in which an image of Haaron's face is carved, with a knife plunged in it. Keith: "Normal?" No, Keith. That's what they call a Cleansing Burst of Pumpkinicity.