Isabel kicks Dean and Doug awake, where they're all tangled up on a sofa with words and pictures scrawled all over themselves, and throws wet wipes at them by the handful, and says if they want to take Celia down they'd better do it right. She nods and smiles as she says this, and is winsome, but isn't this like the eleventh time she's given this speech?

Nancy watches Esteban working on his laptop on the couch, and he assures her he'll end up in the guestroom since she's pissed, but she's over being mad at him. "When Stevie's old enough I want him to go far away from here," she says woefully, and he assures her that there won't be anything left to run from by then. "I can beat Pilar's clown," he promises, and she shakes her head. "I fucked up my kids." He grins to himself, and says the truest thing anybody's ever said on this show, which is that the future exists: "Then we'll fix them." He smiles to himself and she perches closer to him.

"I've been reading about formula," he says, and has decided that she should feed Stevie "from her body" after all. "Keep him close," he says. Her milk is Kevlar, not poison. "He doesn't want my milk anyway," she sniffs, and thinks maybe she's toxic after all. "You're not toxic, you're his mother!" All she has to do is believe it, and it will instantly turn true. She wraps herself around him. "We will be patient, and he'll take your milk again." He shows her the consultants' campaign Twitter, and says he's already got 3000 followers, and invites her to the opening of his campaign offices in the TJ tomorrow morning. Of course she'll come; she kisses him. "Oh look, guvlover22 thinks you're hotter than Gavin Newsom," she says, and they giggle. "The people have spoken!" The people are fools. Ain't nobody hotter than Gavin Newsom on a good day, not even Esteban.