Chloe is cursed by a fairy to never say a rude word, and everyone but June thinks it's a great development.

Brent doesn't understand why his linemate and roommate is being so weird about his Olympic fling with Johnny Weir.

Kamet tells a small, accidental lie that spirals out into an enormous, humiliating lie. That would be manageable, maybe, if he didn't wish so badly for it to be true.

Lunch, a mysterious fruit, revelations, and sex. In that order.

Poor Peter, you see, had just realized that he was going to be King of Narnia, and I hope you do not think less of him when I tell you that he lost his breakfast in the heather.

Schofield and Blake lie down together.

June probably shouldn't have eaten the cake she randomly found on the counter, but in her defense, most people don't leave sex cakes hanging around while they go clubbing.

"Wait, you're saying you want to use our fake marriage to pick people up?"

"What else is it for? Also, technically speaking, it's real. In the legal sense, anyway."

(Chloe, June, drunk marriage, Paris.)

Syd dates Geno. Geno doesn't realize it.

Together, they fight crime!