So, after the meeting, Susan tells Officer Thomas that she has "some evidence" from the crime scene, and gives him the screwdriver in a plastic bag. He wonders why she didn't leave it for the cops in the first place, and she admits that they sort of laughed at her and told her it was unnecessary because nothing was stolen. "That was totally unprofessional," says Officer Thomas. Let's just call him Steven. "Thank you!" Susan chirps. She wonders if the screwdriver ought to be dusted for prints. Steven swears it will be done. In the background, Mike watches their interaction warily, but when Susan cheerfully says goodbye to Steven and walks away, Mike makes his face very impassive.
The girls help Lynette clean up after the meeting. As they clean, Pitchfork and Plantain beat each other with sofa pillows. Lynette, typically, can't control them. In other words: Lynette's life is proceeding as usual. She hollers at the kids to go to bed. They scream back that they're not tired. "Then at least go upstairs," she says. I don't know why she doesn't try my mother's old line: "that's too bad." Instead, she waves a bag of chips at the boys, getting their attention, and then throws it upstairs like they're dogs and the chips are a ball. Palaver and Pulsar run upstairs after the chips. Where are Lynette's other kids? I get that the baby is asleep -- like, all the time -- but where is the older boy? Maybe he's in the Mysterious Box of Mystery. KimberBree looks horrified at this Chips Up the Stairs ploy, but seemingly literally bites her tongue. Lynette gives her an irritated "well, la de da" face. Shut up, Lynette. Your kids are assholes.
In Lynette's kitchen, Gabrielle and Susan chat about Mike. Susan explains that she thought they were becoming an item. But now she's getting lots of mixed signals. Oh, like his asking you out multiple times and your making weird excuses and then giving your date away to the skanky lady down the street? Yes, he is giving you mixed messages. Girl, come on. Gabrielle notes that Steven wasn't giving Susan mixed signals. "You noticed that?" Susan asks. "Honey, when they're not staring at me, I notice," Gabrielle says. At least she's honest.
In the living room, Lynette thanks KimberBree for helping with the clean-up. KimberBree fishes some small plastic toys out of the sofa cushions and tells Lynette that she would have hosted the meeting herself, except her kids are going on some camping trip and the house looks like REI exploded. And KimberBree knows from things exploding. Lynette sort of mills around and finally blurts, "Speaking of nice things," she knows something else nice that KimberBree can do for her: Pincushion and Panache need a recommendation to Posh Academy of Contrivance, where Danielle and Andrew went to school. KimberBree is really hesitant to lie. "I'm really well respected at [Posh Academy], and my word won't be good there anymore," she says. Lynette points out that "by the time they realize their mistake, we'll be in. You aren't having any more kids, so what do you care?" Graciously and tactfully phrased, Lynette. KimberBree explains that she really wanted her children to go to Posh Academy. "But I suppose that doesn't matter to you, does it?" she asks. "It really doesn't," Lynette responds. Lynette? Shut up. Doesn't KimberBree have enough problems, with the crumbling marriage and the difficult kids, without you getting all up in her grill about your problems with your hyperactive kids?