Jill reaches out: "You have... Um... Eyelash." He doesn't. She laughs, it's a weird unfamiliar sound to us and to her both: "You know what, it's just your skin!" Getting a little scary now, a little slurry, as she reiterates that she, and Andy, both deserve to be appreciated, because it's been a long time since she was "appreciated," she airquotes freely now, and they stare at each other and he says, "I can appreciate that," and the decision's made and it's mission accomplished. Elves triumphant. But Shane appears, the kid they forgot about, and he grins at them scandalously as she gives him a hearty, boozy greeting and tells him to hit the mall if he's hungry. His eyes and smile are wide, because it is early to be this drunk and she's pretty married to be this up on Andy's jock; he vanishes and Andy's on her before the door closes.
First things first, affairs in order: she goes to Dean Hodes's hotel room, and lists all her secret stashes and life insurance policies; he's distracted and interrupts to show her his new brochures, pinnacles of tastelessness he's been stashing in ER waiting rooms: Dean Hodes ("You can't spell misfortune without fortune!") with what she kindly terms "quite a healthy head of black hair" and a whole terraced community photoshopped in. He thinks the hair gives him a certain Atticus Finch quality; she goes on to tell him more about the money, the arrangements, the facts and figures of her life once it's over.
Dean keeps getting distracted, and she finally has to grab him by the eyeballs and force him to "focus on the potential sudden and unfortunate death of Nancy," if he doesn't mind. The thinness of the "potential" in that sentence momentarily overcomes his essential selfishness and he gets back to it: Silas becomes Shane's legal guardian. He's earned it. Dean's phone rings and she hangs it up for him, determined to get through this and the next two things without stopping. When Dean asks if Nancy's going skydiving she doesn't exactly say no. There are lots of words for it; that'll work. We'll learn more.
Dean asks Nancy -- "out of curiosity, and poor self-image" -- what it was that made her come to him. "Because I trust you," she says, "And because you're a parent." He smiles; he glows. "Because you're all I could find on short notice." His smile drops, and she leaves with a parting shot: the hair's too much. She's not wrong.