Armed with an apology sandwich and enough nerve to face his mom after his Body & Soul-inspired dramatic exit, Joey knocked on the partially open bedroom door to see Steve lounging at the foot of the bed and Stephanie giving Kayla a neck rub, which didn't seem to have the desired relaxing effect.

"Baby girl, I appreciate what you're trying to do here. I really do, but-"

"You're too tense. Massages are useless when you're too tense, and I may as well be using you as a punching bag right now, right?"

"Well, I wouldn't put it that way, but-"

"Never mind, I have my answer," Stephanie scoffed, sitting back as Joey walked into the room.

"Answer to what?"

"It's not important," Stephanie said before frowning.

"I'd like an answer to whatever's on that plate, though," she grimaced as Kayla took the plate from Joey.

"Are you serious?" she laughed. "I can't believe you remembered!"

"Remembered what, Sweetness?" Steve asked before his wife and son filled him in on the sandwich's origin story.

"You know I can't eat it, right?" Kayla said.

"C'mon, not even a bite?" Joey asked as she gave him a sad smile.

"Joey, it's basically grilled dessert. Something I already disagreed with once today," she sighed as Steve reached over and took the plate, inspecting the sandwich more closely.

"Sweetness, you mind telling me what kind of dessert you eat that gets slathered with brown mustard?"

"Some kind that's also got bacon bits. I'm guessing," Joey piped up as Steve shrugged, taking half the sandwich before offering the other half to Stephanie. Shaking her head in disgust, she took the plate and set it on the nightstand.

"If Mom didn't just say you invented this thing when you were eight, I'd swear you made it the first time you got ston-"

"Steph!" Joey hissed.

"If it makes you feel better, buddy, I had the same thought," Steve smirked.

"It doesn't, thanks!" Joey scoffed before looking apologetically at Kayla.

"Mom, I swear it's not a regular thing. And it's legal in Washington state and-"

"And you need to calm down," Kayla interrupted. "If you need help with that, Jennifer's secret donut ingredient is in the top drawer of your dad's nightstand," she said.

Finishing the sandwich, Steve shifted closer to his wife.

"Not just my nightstand, Sweetness," he smirked as Kayla swatted at him.

"Mom?" Stephanie asked with a laugh as Joey looked on, appalled.

"I trained to be a doctor in L.A., Stephanie. I've known about the medicinal benefits of pot since you were six."

"And about the recreational benefits since '86," Steve grinned as Kayla smirked.

"Try '76," she said as Steve's jaw dropped, and Joey asked aloud what he was even worried about before he eyed the nightstand drawer.

"You're telling me that night in the Bluesmobile wasn't the first time that you-"

"Nope," Kayla admitted, telling him about her and Bo getting stoned on his buddy's boat back when she was in junior high.

"But I wasn't about to tell you that that night! You were so sweet and nervous when you thought I'd never tried it."

"Aw, Papa," Stephanie cooed as Steve rolled his eye and folded his arms.

"There's nothing to 'aw' over, here. Your mama faked me out!"

"And I paid the price," Kayla smirked. "You got so worried each time I'd inhale that you barely gave me the chance to."

"Well, baby, if known you'd cut your teeth on some boat with Beauregard, maybe I'd have-"

"Let me leave the parking lot at Shenanigans with more than a contact high?" Kayla teased.

"More than a contact high…" Steve mimicked in a squeaky higher octave, then kissed his wife before slipping his arm around her shoulders.

"And here I wondered why mac and cheese was the first dinner I learned to make for us," Stephanie snorted.

"Oh, I was not...never around you! Never," Kayla insisted as Steve laughed.

"Sweetness..." he said knowingly.

"Okay, the day I found out that I passed my boards. But I made sure that Kimmie could come over and stay the night!"

"Oh my God," Stephanie laughed. "Was that when she and I-"

"Yes," Kayla groaned.

"Oh c'mon, don't keep us in suspense!" Joey laughed as Kayla hid her face in her husband's shoulder.

"Don't worry, Sweetness," Steve smiled. "I'm sure anything you've done is nothing compared to-"

"What I've seen and heard firsthand out of you?" Kayla snorted. "I doubt it."

"Okay, we need details," Joey said, turning to Stephanie. "It's non-negotiable now."

"So Aunt Kim and I found her sitting on the kitchen floor in front of the fridge, eating peanut butter right out of the jar with a spoon."

"That's it?" he snorted. "I do that sober."

"So all you had was the munchies, baby?" Steve asked as Kayla bit her lip.

"Papa, she had the fridge wide open, and when I went to close it, she reached up, grabbed my arm, and told me in no uncertain terms that I couldn't."

"Why?" Joey asked.

"Because if I shut the fridge door, the dill pickles that she ordered wouldn't show up on time."

"Wait, are you serious?"

"Sweetness, you're saying you thought…while under the influence, that food would be delivered to the fridge-"

"If I kept the door open and waited for it? Yes, I did," Kayla admitted as Steve burst out laughing.

"Alright, Sweetness, you win. Even high as a kite, I've never planted myself in front of a kitchen appliance expecting it to feed me."

"Well, why would you have to? You're the chef in the family," Kayla said as Steve shrugged.

"I don't know, after eating that sandwich I think Joe could give me a run for my money," he said as his son grinned.

"Hey," Stephanie cut in. "My mac and cheese is pretty gourmet-worthy, too."

"Alright, fine. I stand corrected. We are a family of multiple chefs," Kayla smiled as Joey smirked.

"Multiple chefs. Multiple jailbirds.."

"Joey…" Kayla warned, her smile fading as Steve looked curiously between them.

"Sweetness, I didn't know you'd told-"

"I didn't…I mean, I did, but-"

"I know you're feverish, Mom but you weren't delirious. And I don't think you'd lie about something like breaking out of prison."

"She's not," Stephanie said as Kayla shot her a look.

"What? Since I'm the reason you broke out, felt right that I should be the one to tell him."

"Okay, that just added a whole other layer to this thing, "

"One we don't need to dig into. Right?" Kayla asked, cuddling closer to Steve.

"Sweetness, if you opened up the line of questioning our boy's got a right to ask," he said as Kayla pressed her lips to his shoulder, a move she knew damn well turned him to mush.

"But I was tired, Steve," she whined, putting a puppy dog pout on for good measure.

"You're just pulling out all the stops now, aren't you, baby?" Steve chuckled, stroking her hair.

"Yeah, because she knows she'll win," Joey scoffed.

"Okay, okay. Let's take it easy here. We don't need to get too detailed but yes, Joe, we broke your mom out of prison so that her and I could track down your sister in Australia."

"Being kidnapped. Something else this family's got in common," Stephanie scoffed.

"But why was Mom in jail in the first place?"

"Because I was set up for-"

"Something she didn't do," Steve cut in, giving Joe a look to indicate that was all that would be shared and getting a nod from him in return.

"But they still found her guilty, and she did serve some time."

"Yeah, at the worst possible time," Kayla scoffed.

"I mean, is there ever a good one?" Joey snorted. "Sounds like this is another chapter of the Steve and Kayla story that wasn't one of your favorites, Mom."

"Hey, I was a pretty big part of this chapter. Got to be Mom's cell buddy and all that," Stephanie said as Kayla bit her lip and looked down and away, then started toying with a crumpled Kleenex.

"Alright, consider this subject dropped now, you two," Steve said, putting an arm around Kayla, who shook her head. Meeting his gaze, she squeezed his hand to indicate she was fine.

"Mom, I didn't mean to…I was just-"

"It's okay, Joey. You asked. And no secrets, remember?" she said, even though she still looked and sounded agitated.

"Sweetness," Steve murmured, rubbing her shoulder.

"I'm fine. Just...there's women who put headphones on their pregnant bellies and play Mozart for their kids in utero. I subjected you two to prison cells and hostage situations," she scoffed before she started coughing, prompting Steve to get up and get her a glass of water.

"Well, it toughened us up," Stephanie said as Joey nodded, then moved from his spot at the edge of the bed to give Kayla a hug.

"I know. No secrets. Still didn't mean to make you upset, though."

"It's okay, baby," Kayla assured, hugging Joey back just as tight before she pulled back and insisted they switch subjects right as Steve returned with the water.

"Hey, Little Sweetness," he said, grabbing the folder off the floor.

"Wasn't there something in here you wanted your mom to..."

Nodding, Stephanie took the folder from him and handed it to Kayla.

"You know I told your dad about the Pepsi challenge the other night."

"Well, you left out the part about the cheese sauce streaks in your hair. It's okay though, I told him."

"Should just be glad there aren't any Polaroids in here," Kayla said. "Even though I wish I'd taken one of the tattoo that you gave me," she said as Steve grinned.

"With a pen and a yellow highlighter," Kayla clarified with a smirk. "She drew a rose on the back of my hand, and it looked beautiful."

Deciding to try to recreate it, Stephanie grabbed a pen from Kayla's nightstand.

"I don't have a highlighter but I can at least do the outline," she said, reaching for Kayla's hand as Joey grabbed a yellow rose from the vase on the nightstand.

"Need a reference?" he asked as Stephanie shook her head and started drawing.

"Little Sweetness, you know I'm thinking about getting some new ink if you want to give me a copy of that design."

"Flower and dagger. Interesting combo," Joey snorted. Reaching for one of the textbooks at the foot of the bed, he opened it, placed the rose on the back cover, then closed the book on top of it.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing, man?!" Steve exclaimed, grabbing the book.

"Steve!"

"Dad, what the-"

"Crushing the flower like that?" Steve scolded. "I know I hand picked 'em instead of going to the florist but that's no reason to just-"

"Dad, I was just pressing-"

"My buttons? Yeah, you were. Don't do it again!" he growled as Stephanie fought the urge to laugh.

"He was pressing the flower, Steve."

"Why? What's the point of-"

"It's just a way to preserve it!"

"Well, so is putting it in a vase with a little water and letting it get some sun!" Steve scoffed, holding the rose a little closer.

"No one needs to go crushing the life out of it," he said, putting the flower back in the vase as Kayla smiled and rubbed at his shoulder.

"It's not meant to be destructive, Steve" she laughed. "Once the flower's flattened out and dried you can put it in a scrapbook or frame it."

"See, Papa. After they're pressed they look like this," Stephanie said, handing him a pale purple flower before her phone buzzed.

"I… it's work."

Rolling her eyes, she got to her feet and took the call. "Hello?"

"Wait, Stephanie," Kayla whispered, pointing to the flower. "Where did you find-"

"Tucked inside the cat folder!" she mouthed before ducking into the hallway.

Reaching for it, then the legal pad inside of it marked up with her own scrawly handwriting, her eyes going wide Kayla looked down at the drawing on the back of her hand.

"I used this picture, too, though. See? This one with all the flowers?"

Pulling the textbook closer to her, Kayla squinted to read the fine print discussing the antiviral potentials of flowering plant life.

"You think we should send Uncle Roman some flowers?" Stephanie asked. "See if they help make him feel any better?"

"Sweetness?"

Looking up to see Steve and Joey looking back at her, Kayla bit her lip. Bit back a theory starting to take hold that had her MD brain in hyperdrive, knowing she wouldn't share it or get anyone's hopes up about it until she bounced it off a fellow MD. Who unfortunately didn't happen to be in the room at the moment.

"Baby, what were you-"

"Nothing. I…it was nothing," she said with a small smile, taking the dried orchid from Steve.

"Was just thinking about flowers."