We open on a dance floor where a band is playing something waltzy and older couples are tripping the light fantastic. The camera pans back and finally lands on Rick and Lily's clasped hands. Lily reaches for her champagne. As they clink glasses, Rick surveys the restaurant and deadpans, "See anybody with a gun?" See, that's funny, because very recently, Lily's daughter and ex-husband were held hostage by a busboy who later shot himself. Oh, wait, that's not funny at all. Lily doesn't seem to object, though, and chides him with a huge smile, "Oh, shut up!" Rick grabs her hand, pulls her close, and says, "You're right. How dare we be happy?" I don't think that refraining from making crass jokes about a fatal situation necessarily cramps one's happiness, so much as it shows a little tact and good taste. But that's just me. And Rick has never been less attractive, for the record. Anyway, Lily's face melts, and she looks all dreamy as she realizes that yes, dammit, they do deserve to be happy. She emphatically says, "This feels so good!" as she smushes Rick's mouth in her hand and plants a big wet one on him. Rick suggests that they "never tell anybody," but Lily purrs, "They may get suspicious when we move in together." They then discuss living arrangements, Lily pointing out that Rick's lease is up soon (well-y well well, isn't that convenient?), and he countering that her house isn't big enough and besides, it "has Jake cooties," so they should buy a new one. She points out that they can't afford it. Which is hard to believe, when you factor in the value of her house and Rick's fat Atlantor project, but whatever. ["It's possible he won't get paid for the bulk of his work until he's finished, though, and if he's having to turn down other projects in other to leave enough room for Atlantor, cash flow might be tight just now." -- Wing Chun] Lily insists that they'll "make [her house] big enough," and then girlishly declares, "I want to dance." Rick adds that he doesn't want to "upset [their] kids' lives anymore than [they] already have." Lily's finished with this conversation, though, saying that she doesn't want to think about any realistic details for the rest of the night as she leads Rick to the dance floor.
Surveying the Lawrence Welk crowd, Rick quips, "These people are good. They've been on cruise ships." To prove his point, he practically gooses some little old lady when he grabs Lily's arm to lead. By way of apologizing, he explains that they just got engaged. He and Lily kiss, and the music changes to an upbeat salsa or mambo or something. Lily and Rick stand there, uncertain of what to do. The goosed lady and her husband offer them a couple of dance tips and they strike up a little conversation. Lily reveals that they're the first people she and Rick have told about the engagement, and that they haven't even told their kids yet. The woman advises them to tell their exes before they tell the kids -- it shows the kids they still respect their other parents. Rick asks how long they've been married, and the man says it's going on...eight months. I think we're supposed to be surprised because they're old or something. The woman whispers conspiratorially that they lived together first, and they dance away, laughing. Rick and Lily smile and kiss, all warm and fuzzy after seeing the kooky old couple in love. Whatever. I feel like I'm trapped in Cocoon.
Meanwhile, Jake's at the restaurant, feeling the aftereffects of the hostage situation. Business is not exactly booming. He strolls through the nearly empty dining room and asks the bartender for a couple glasses of wine. Grace is there, helping him. Sensing what he's thinking, she assures him, "People will come back. They're just scared." He says he knows, and then asks if she's okay being there. "If you think I'm going to let you be here alone..." she says, and Jake envelops her in a big bear hug, wondering, "How did I get you, huh?" Tiffany walks in and interrupts them, saying, "Another bustling night at Phi's, huh?" She asks Grace if she's doing okay, and Grace insists that she is. She smiles and adds, "I couldn't even get out of going to school. They made me see a stupid trauma counselor." Tiffany airheads that she needs a trauma counselor to "get through a normal day," and then giggles and kisses Jake. Grace observes, looking a little disturbed. Tiffany asks if there are any crackers. What does she think this is, a restaurant or something? Grace offers to get her some, but Tiffany declines, saying she has to "pee anyway." Grace waits until the coast is clear, and then leans in to whisper to Jake, "So, are you and Tiffany back together?" Jake stammers something to the negative, but can't quite get out a coherent sentence and walks away, tossing a weary "Never mind," over his shoulder. Grace is ill at ease and looks back toward the washroom.
Cut to Grace walking down the hallway past said washroom, where she overhears Tiffany retching. She cautiously enters and asks Tiffany whether she is all right. Tiffany emerges from a stall and insists that she's fine. She tries to change the subject by asking Grace, again, if it's weird for her to be there. Grace isn't deterred, asking whether Tiffany's sure she's okay. They watch each other in the mirror over the sink. Tiffany flinches and says, "Oh, god. Is it even morning here? Isn't it like morning in China?" and busts for the toilet. Grace watches her, and cocks her head when Tiffany turns to face her again. Tiffany fesses up, saying that Grace is a smart kid and would have figured it out anyway. She says that Jake doesn't want to tell anybody yet, and asks Grace not to tell him that she knows. Grace is understandably stunned. She softly repeats, "Pregnant?" Tiffany smiles a yes and then lurches for the toilet again. Grace watches, uncomfortable and uneasy. She finally brings herself to ask, "Are you two, like --" "-- getting married?" Tiffany finishes from the stall, and replies, "Answer cloudy. Ask again later." Grace smiles and says they "used to have one of those." But hold up, here. Didn't Tiffany assure Jake that they're not getting married or anything? Why's she changing her story now? Answer cloudy. Ask again later. Tiffany says that the only reason she told Grace is because she "practically threw up on [her] shoe." Oh, puh-lease. She could have covered that with any number of excuses. They look at each other for a few seconds before Tiffany admits, "And I had to tell somebody, so..." Grace looks absolutely thrilled to be the one. Tiffany asks if she wants to feel the baby. Unless Grace's hands are infused with some kind of ultrasound, I don't see how that's possible, considering Tiffany's tummy doesn't have the slightest bulge yet. Grace just looks at her, justifiably horrified.