Back in Quahog, the Griffin household was in full meltdown mode.
"She's doing what now?" Peter yelled, staring at his phone.
"Modeling," Lois said, pacing the living room. "She said she's working for some company called Fresh Threads. I don't even know what that is!"
Stewie, lounging on the couch, smirked. "Oh, Lois, it's quite simple. Fresh Threads is a niche fashion brand catering to the disillusioned millennials who think wearing oversized clothes will fix their existential crises. Frankly, I'm surprised Meg got in."
"Hey!" Chris said indignantly. "Our sister's cool! Kind of. Sometimes."
"Guys, calm down," Brian said, sipping his martini. "Meg's doing fine. She sent me a text saying the shoot went great. Maybe we should just be supportive for once."
Peter groaned. "Supportive? What if she gets famous and forgets about us? What if she ends up on a reality show? Or worse—a podcast!"
"I think we're overreacting," Lois said, though her face betrayed her worry. "Maybe this is good for her. She's finally getting out of her shell."
"Yeah," Chris added. "And if she does get famous, we can totally ride her coattails. I mean, who wouldn't want to be 'the brother of Meg Griffin, supermodel'?"
Stewie snorted. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Christopher. This is Meg we're talking about."