Ryan, Summer and Seth quietly slid into a booth at the restaurant.
"I don't see why we have to meet here," Summer said grabbing a menu.
"Well we can't meet at the pool house. Marissa is haunting it," Ryan said exasperated. "She won't leave, and so all day and all night it is just chains clanking, moaning, and occasionally asking me to get her some vodka."
"You can get wasted while dead?" asked Seth incredulously.
"No, but you can spill alcohol all over the floor and then expect your on again off again boyfriend to clean it up."
"So what is she doing now?" asked Seth.
"I think she is reading back issues of Birds of Prey," Ryan said leaning back. "I love her, but she is driving me insane."
"Can't she just move on?" asked Summer, "I mean she is being really rude."
"When I asked her, she just gave me a whole bunch of crap about being tied to the earthly plane. Which I translated to mean she has not accepted her own death. Is there anyway to drag her to her therapist's office while dead?"
"Newport is a little light on the Voodoo stores buddy," Seth said patting him on the shoulder. "But can we please figure out a way to get me a divorce from Julie Cooper… Nickel-Roberts-Trump-Winfry-Cohen?"
"I can't believe you married her mom!" Summer squealed.
"Hey! Your dad married her first."
"Did they get married? I just thought they were engaged?" asked Summer.
"Well who can keep up with Julie Cooper-Nickel-Roberts-Trump-Winfry-Cohen's love life?" asked Seth, "I can't believe Luke got out with out marrying her."
There was a slight pause in the conversation. Normally Seth would fill it, but oddly Ryan leaned forward. "I dated your aunt?"
"I think so."
"Your aunt?"
"Yeah. It was pretty gross."
"How did that happen?" Ryan asked incredulously.
"Grandpa slept around," Seth said simply. "And you hooked up with his illegitimate daughter."
"That sounds awfully convenient," Ryan said skeptically.
"Well it happened. Seth was dating a lesbian at the time," Summer said pointing at him, "So I guess it is all relative."
"Did you just make a pun?" asked Ryan.
"Anna is a lesbian?" Seth asked.
"No, not Anna," Summer said with a sigh.
"Wait… you're... you're not a lesbian are you?" asked a shocked Seth.
"No. Alex. Al-ex," she said with increased emphasis.
"Ohh… yeah. The girl with the stupid hair," Seth said nodding. "If she was a lesbian… why was she dating me?"
"I don't know… she dated Marissa right after you… so clearly you scared her off men."
"See," said Ryan, "I just don't understand how Marissa could hop from Luke to me to the yard guy to some random chick."
"Well, I guess the point is that she is just a huge skank," replied Seth.
"She is not a huge skank!" Summer exclaimed, "She was just experimenting. Or something. Like I was paying any attention. I had my own issues."
"Oh well who cares?" asked Ryan, "All I care is getting her the hell out of the pool house."
"While performing an exorcism of Marissa would be fun, can we please focus on how to divorce me from her mom?" asked Seth.
"Well a divorce will cost a little bit of money," said Ryan, "Good thing you still have that job."
"Job? I had a job?" asked Seth.
"Yeah," responded Summer, "At the Bait Shop. It was where you met Alex."
"Really?"
"Yes"
"Are you sure I still work there?"
Ryan sighed, "Well I am not the one to be asking about jobs. I am not even sure if I still work at the Crab Shack."
"You worked at the Crab Shack?" asked Summer incredulously.
"Yeah, he also played Soccer," said Seth "Did you quit… or what?"
"I honestly don't know."
"Well I think you would be at least self aware enough to notice something like that," Summer said folding her arms.
"Oh really?" asked Ryan.
"Yeah."
"Well Miss Pot, do you remember when you drank as much as Marissa?"
"I… uhh… guess so."
"And remember when you wore barely there clothes in bright colors?"
"Yeah… so I had a fondness for mini skirts?"
"Well when did you get so frumpy?" Ryan asked.
"I didn't get frumpy. I became Bohemian." Summer looked at herself, "Okay, so I got frumpy. And no, I don't know when it happened. It just sort of did."
"Uh-oh!" Seth said pointing out the window. Outside his parents were entering the restaurant.
"So," said Sandy, "Are you having an affair?"
"No," said Kirsten, "Are you having an affair?"
"No… but are you almost having an affair?"
"Well yeah, but so are you."
"Well that is not true!"
"Yes it is! First you're with that little Rachel from the office, and then it was Ruth Bader Ginsburg."
"Like Mrs. Jimmy Cooper and Carter Buckley has room to talk."
"Well why did you think I took to the booze?" asked Kirsten, "It was easier than trying to figure out which of us was almost sleeping with whom."
"Yeah, but what about your weird flirtation with Seven of Nine durring rehab?" asked Sandy.
"Oh… she was a Borg. They have mind control."
"The Borg don't have mind control."
"Yes they do."
"No, they don't!"
"Wait there's Seth," Kirsten said waving, "Hey Seth! Do the Borg have mind control?"
"I don't watch Star Trek!" Seth yelled back, "But if I did I would tell you they are cyborgs, not telepaths."
Summer looked at him like he was some sort of frog.
"I think I am going to die of embarrassment," Seth said lying on the table.