Over at Nina and Peter's, Nina is confused about why he's going off to some fishing trip in Baja with some dude he just met, like Dave is going to fill Peter full of roofies or something. She's also worried about Peter being gone while their new house is in escrow, but Peter just keeps sorting through his tackle box and says that's what realtors are for. Nina wonders why Peter didn't even admit to being a lottery winner, and Peter claims it's because he needs his potential investors to think that he has both luck and brains. He's going to need a lot more of the first one to convince anyone of the second. And from out of nowhere Peter grumps, "Especially now that our old friend Cameron can't be counted on." Nina wonders what just happened there. Peter bitches, "You know how he is. He likes to keep his options open. That way when the next best thing comes along, you're not disappointed 'cause he never promised you anything. Hell, you should know that better than anybody." Dick move. Peter apologizes. "We never used to fight like this," Nina says, and Peter responds that he never asked for anything before. "That came out wrong," he stutters into Nina's flat glare. "I though I had everything I needed," he "clarifies." Nina tells him that came out worse. Peter gets up and leaves the room to pack. Okay, good talk!
Stock footage of Times Square tells us that we're in New York, and Addie's showing Frankie where they're staying. It's some fancy loft, and Frankie asks, "Is this like a hotel? Why is it all furnished?" Does Frankie usually stay in hotels where you have to bring your own furniture? That sounds kind of inconvenient. She wanders around looking at all the fancy art and crap, and then her eye is caught by a framed photo of herself and Addie. "What am I doing here?" she demands. Ooh, a double meaning! I was beginning to forget what those sounded like. Addie's answer: "Surprise!" She bought the place. Frankie's flat-out pissed when she thinks they're moving there, even when Addie tells her that it's just a "pied-a-terre. A second home in the city." "Well, it's a third for me, if anyone's counting," Frankie huffs. Addie has the nerve to act all hurt that Frankie isn't thanking her, or impressed that she can just casually drop the phrase "pied-a-terre." Frankie relents a bit and whinily asks why they had to come today if Addie already owns it, since she had plans for the evening. Instead of answering Frankie, Addie answers her ringing cell phone, and speaks flirtatiously to someone named "Marco," who's inviting them to dinner at Elaine's. Addie asks if she's up for Italian. "Food or boyfriend?" Frankie asks. "Who's Marco?" Addie walks off, telling Marco, "Everything's fine. She's just being a teenager, that's all." That makes two of them.