She's wearing those cowboy boots, he's pumping iron in the tiniest little shorts you ever did see. "Hey, just in time to spot me!" says Otis, and she asks if this is all about him pissing himself last night. Three answers to that one (No. Yes. He cheated.), and she asks for his help with her "Zen Baby Erector Set." Man, those shorts are tiny. Not in a good way. He pulls on that chest thing with the springs, and says he can feel a High Noon coming, and he wants to be ready. Where did this crap come from?

"This is my stuff," Andy nods. "My athlete stuff." He shoves a Thighmaster into his armpit and goes to town. "It's Judah's," he admits. Judah, who was good at sports, while Andy was good at fleeing. She laughs, honestly, more brightly than she's been in a long time. "I have a bodyguard? I don't need you to crush my foes in your armpit." So then what, being given his tenuous opening, does she need from him? She smiles, because he's got game whether it's working or not, but Ignacio appears: the doorbell's barking. He grins widely at Andy: "You look like Jamie Lee Curtis in Perfect," he says, squinting, and Nancy laughs from her belly. So normal! So real! I forgot she could laugh. "That's what I was going for," Andy grumples, as Nancy and Ignacio take off, still laughing. He pounds one fist into the other, wearing a boxing glove, and comes out with a little, wizened bank book and a shitload of wacky tinkling impending-caper piano.

"Celia. What a wonderful surprise." Really? "Nooo. Not wonderful. Not a surprise..." Celia shoves past Nancy and into the house, growling at Ignacio. She's like the herpes, he spits. Keeps popping up. Nancy doesn't waste much time telling Celia to GTFO, which frustrates Celia terribly because she's got a whole canned speech planned that Nancy won't let her say. "I was kidnapped!" She thanks Nancy for the ransom, and explains further that they were going to sell her gall bladder to the Japanese, but "fortunately, my body is a toxic pit." Nancy doesn't know what to do with that. "Then, I escaped. Heroically! And now I am homeless."

"Celia, I am pregnant." She stares at Nancy. "With a baby?" Her face goes soft, and open wide, like this is still Agrestic and there's a baby, like her friend Nancy is having a baby. "Which means I need quiet and calm and -- thank you," Nancy says, regarding Celia's ever-so-quiet and calm steepled prayer hands, "...And happy thoughts around me, as much as possible." And this whole time, Celia's been creeping, lofting, sort of floating toward Nancy with this beatific not-quite-smile on her face, as though she's going to force them both into some amazing movie of love where they're friends and she's just scared to show it, to be the one that gives in first and stops being mad, or maybe doesn't even need to show it, so all it takes is one fabulous sort of Moment and then all our problems go away.