Seymour and Gary went to the store and bought a delicious new roast. This time, dinner was taking place at Gary's house, as Agnes Skinner's oven was destroyed in the fire. Gary helped Seymour cook the roast, so as not to cause another accident. While the roast was in the oven, Seymour lit some candles on the table to enhance the romantic mood. Finally, dinner was ready. Gary and Seymour ate the roast by candlelight.
"How romantic. Candles," Gary said. Seymour blushed and nodded. "I'm glad you like them, Gary. I thought they would help." Seymour took a sip from his glass of wine.
"You know, Seymour, you never struck me as gay." Seymour nearly spit out his drink. However, he swallowed and responded to Gary. "Oh, you know I'm not gay. I was in love with Edna... until she left me."
"I always thought you deserved better than her," Gary said. Seymour blushed and let out a chuckle. "Like yourself, Gary?" The superintendent nodded. The two men finished dinner and got up. Seymour had a troubled look on his face. "What is it?" Gary asked. Skinner sighed.
"What will Mother say when she finds out I'm in love with you? She'd kick me out of the house," he said. Gary put a hand on Seymour's shoulder reassuringly. "If that ever happens, I'll be there for you," Gary replied. Seymour smiled, touched by his boss's words. He put on his coat and headed for the door, when Gary spoke.
"Don't you want to stay for 'dessert', Seymour?" Seymour blushed.
"It's getting very late, Gary, and Mother will be... oh, what the heck. I can stay for a bit longer." Chalmers smirked, and the two men headed upstairs, into Gary's bedroom. They took off their clothes, and Gary proceeded to steam Seymour's hams. After an hour of good fun, Seymour got out of the king-sized bed and got dressed. "Well, that was wonderful. A good time was had by all I'm pooped, but I best be on my way." He kissed Gary's cheek and said goodbye, heading downstairs and opening the door. As he drove home Seymour noticed that... something was on his face, and quickly wiped it off. He couldn't let Agnes know what he and Gary did that night.
Seymour parked the car and headed inside his mother's house. Agnes was in front of him, a look of anger on her wrinkled face.
"Seymour! What took you so damn long? It's been two hours!" Agnes yelled. Seymour rubbed the back of his head, thinking of an excuse.
"Well, Mother, we had a lot of trouble finding the right roast, then we got stuck in traffic..."
"Like hell you got stuck in traffic! I was worried sick about you! Now go to your room!"
Seymour sighed. "Yes, Mother," he said as he headed towards his bedroom.