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Cut to a board meeting of Ojai Foods. Things are just wrapping up. Apparently Holly's winery proposal was voted down by the board. The only person that voted with her was Tommy.

Holly: Thanks for voting with your gut, Tommy.

I guess when they went around asking for “Ayes” or “Nays” he belched.

Holly leaves and Sarah lectures her brother about not voting with her.

Sarah: You seem to forget that I know what I'm doing. That's why I'm here.

Yes, but by implication aren't you saying that Tommy doesn't know what he's doing? Clearly this rankles him. Maybe he should buy a weasel and sic it on her.

We flash back to Tommy's memory of a scene a few years ago. Bill Walker is announcing to Ojai Foods employees that his eldest daughter Sarah, graduate of Wharton Business School, has accepted a temporary position as Ojai Foods company president. Off to the side we see Tommy clapping tepidly. Obviously, he wanted the job—and he's been working for the company since high school.

Cut back to present day at the Walker mansion. Kevin is helping Nora go through some old boxes from the attic. Nora has been thinking about taking art classes and has pulled out some of her old paintings. She wants Kevin to look at her old work and give her an honest opinion.

Kevin: Why is my opinion about your artistic talent relevant?

Nora: Because Kevin, you have a certain something that your siblings lack. An aesthetic.

Kevin: Which means, “I'm gay.”

Pretty much. But that's not always a sure sign of good taste. I mean Nora, have you looked at the tie Kevin is wearing? He may be adorable, but I wouldn't count on his “aesthetic.”

Nora holds up an old watercolor she did back in her twenties. It looks like a used birdcage liner. Nora can tell from Kevin's stunned expression that maybe “art” is not where her true talents lie.

Nora: It's bad. All right. I knew it. I just feel like I have so much to say.

Nora sets her ghastly painting aside, begins digging through another box, and finds a folder which she starts looking through. Meanwhile, Kevin's cell phone rings. It's his current love interest, the closeted soap star, Chad.

Chad: Kevin, I need to talk to you. I broke up with Michele. Will you please meet me?

Kevin: North Lake Coffee, Figueroa and 6th. Half an hour.

Ooh, Kevin's all brusque and butch. The problem is, as anyone who has ever lived in LA can tell you, it's impossible to get anywhere in LA in a “half an hour.” Chad is going to be fashionably late.

Kevin hangs up and Nora, still engrossed in her folder, catches his attention.

Nora: Listen to this. It was a short story I was writing and then abandoned right before your father and I got married.

Kevin: Short stories? Painting? Who knew you were so creative.

Nora: Just listen. “She drove up the coast road crying. Deep down she knew that love was a lie. She had sold herself so she wouldn't grow old alone. A lie that would cost her everything.”

Kevin: Wow Mom. That's heavy.

Nora: I never finished it. I guess I got too scared.

Sometimes, Nora, fear is healthy. Me, I think I liked your painting better.

Cut to the downtown coffee shop where Chad and Kevin are meeting.

Chad: I can't stop thinking about you.

Kevin: That may be, but I can't do this whole push and pull thing. It's so retrograde. And I'm sorry; I'm not slinking back into some closet for you. Politically it's…

Chad: Forget closets. Forget politics. I was really happy waking up next to you. I don't know what it is.

My guess? It's probably just Kevin's Sleep Number mattress, but Kevin just chalks it up to Chad being an actor. Chad assures him that he's not that good an actor. Kevin can't argue with that point. They agree to try going on a real date.

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