At family dinner, Nancy is preparing her boys for Peter's visit the next night, starting by saying that he's her boyfriend. Andy seems to have made his peace with the situation, joking that "he's in some sort of law enforcement?" Nancy says that he's coming for dinner. Shane -- who's also become okay with everything since the last episode -- asks if he can bring Gretchen, and Nancy agrees enthusiastically. She asks what they're eating; it's paella. Nancy tells him to make it again the next night, for Peter. Andy offers to make something different, but Nancy insists, as she goes to answer the front doorbell.
Hey, Zooey Deschanel's come by for a visit! I assume she's on her way to hosting the Independent Spirit Awards or something. "Kat!" she squeals, throwing out her arms. "You lost your cat?" Nancy guesses. "I'm Kat -- you're Nancy!" she yelps. She asks if Andy is there. Hearing this at the table, Andy's paella goes down the wrong pipe. At the door, Nancy tells Kat, "There's...a smell?" "Grape jelly?" guesses Kat. Nancy says it's fish. Pulling a can from her bag, Kat excitedly says that it's her -- it's sockeye salmon! Shane calls out that Andy's choking, and Nancy lets Kat in, Kat babbling that she's been eating nothing but sockeye salmon for the past forty-seven hours from Alaska; MapQuest said it would be forty-three, but that was "bullshit." Seeing Shane, over at the island with Silas, tending to a distressed Andy, she corrects herself that it was actually "horse apples," and leans in to give Shane a "heart hug," pressing her left chest to his. Shane asks if she's "that crazy girl" who tried to kill Andy. Smiling brightly at Andy, Kat says that is "a great story." Having regained his breath, Andy asks how she found him, and Kat says that she Googled him and read about his toe accident; she has a printout from something that looks like it might be the yeshiva school paper Andy was going to start. Kat, finally feeling the effects of having drunk nothing in the past two days but the case of Red Bull a guy gave her at a 7-11, breathes, "I'm tired. Fresno's beautiful. I wrote a book." She sits in Nancy's place, puts her head down, and apparently passes out. Nancy points at Kat: "And she is...?" "Gone by tomorrow," promises Nancy. Oh, man, the only promises emptier than Nancy's!