There’s a brief discussion of the bag of David’s blood-soaked clothes the Gardaí have returned to him, but then Pádraig, ever primed to be annoyed by Briain’s existence, hears the shower running and complains to David for the 3000th time that it’s not suitable for Smirky McBlow-In to be staying there. David agrees tepidly, adding that Gráinne doesn’t need visitors now either considering what she’s been through. Pádraig wonders what he’s talking about, but David hastily changes the subject back to Briain when they hear the water cut off. We’re quite sure we’re about to have a scene of a towel-clad Briain sauntering in to elicit a reaction from Pádraig, but we don’t, and it’s a shame that this is one of those times the show doesn’t do what we think it will.
Elsewhere, Máire and Maggie are admiring the newly rebranded XL shop, which looks a lot like the old shop, but also kind of like the one on Fair City. I just hope they haven’t gotten rid of the spacetime-rupturing shop layout I love so much, in which the baby food, bug spray, and sushi are side-by-side and people can do their entire week’s shopping just by walking down a single aisle and grabbing stuff off the top shelf. We then have an odd public service announcement in which Máire explains the importance of having a carbon monoxide detector, and then Frances appears, sees the sad single-person frozen mush and Staring at the Walls Until Bedtime magazine in Maggie’s basket, and invites her to dinner. Maggie is taken aback, given that she’s been trying to steal Frances’ husband ever since a windmill blew her back into town, but Frances insists it’s no trouble and adds that Áine’s been banging on about Maggie’s hilarious tales of Li’l Tadhg for days. They settle on 5:00 today, and after Frances walks off, Máire notes that she didn’t ask if she wanted to come. Yes, I’m sure the only thing Tadhg would find more delightful than Maggie showing up at his dinner table is Maggie and Máire showing up there.
Behind the bar, Frances is trying to plan the menu for Our Dinner With Maggie, but Bobbi-Lee shoots down her steak idea on the basis that “America is full of steakhouses.” Well, I guess that also means tacos are off the menu. Tadhg appears and does his usual “Is anyone going to do any work around here today?” routine, so Bobbi-Lee flits off and Frances mentions that Maggie is coming over for dinner. And here Tadhg thought his biggest problem today was going to be Bobbi-Lee standing around not working. Frances explains that she knows Tadhg said he didn’t want Maggie coming over, but she couldn’t help herself when she saw her in the shop carrying, and I quote, “a pint of milk and a small tomato.” I don’t know why that strikes me as so funny, but I laughed for about two days over this. Tadhg semi-protests for a while, but Frances finally tells him to knock it off and suck it up, because Maggie’s coming whether he likes it or not.
After the break, during which we decide we’re going to call our memoirs A Pint of Milk and a Small Tomato, Briain hunks into the pub and asks Tadhg if he knows where he can find his good friend John Joe Daly. Of course the only person Tadhg would help find John Joe is the Grim Reaper, so he snots that John Joe is off in Tenerife visiting his stupid daughter and chasing after floozies. We can hear the gears in Briain’s head grind to life, and apparently they hit on something, because we see him smirk. I predict he and Mack will get in a fistfight over something or other by Christmas.
At the community center, one of Micheál’s patented town meetings has broken out, this time to discuss the Rose of Tweedledee competition, and secondarily to complain about Evan’s scandalous football shorts. No one is paying attention, but we do have our first Adam sighting of the year (hurrah!), as he and Fia are having a lovely conversation and seem to be actual friends. Fia tells him she’d be a better wingwoman than Bobbi-Lee, which Adam doesn’t think would be too difficult considering Bobbi-Lee demands all the attention for herself and, like, elbows Adam out of the way just as he’s about to make out with some dude. They make plans to go out together, which an eavesdropping Evan is not happy about. Adam leaves, and Evan comes over to ask Fia if she really think she’s ready to see Adam involved with a guy, but she tells him to untwist his knickers, because she and Adam are friends, and she needs a night out. Plus she has a fab new Pam Grier afro wig she’s been dying to try out someplace other than the B&B kitchen.
Back at the Haunted Dinner, Maggie’s entertaining Áine with a lengthy and mildly entertaining story of yesteryear involving Tadhg, local nutter Coílí Jackie, and a donkey. We return to the meeting at the community center, and I will spare you the details, except to tell you it includes the phrase “a small village in the West with a huge soul” and Berni is sitting in the front row. The part we care about is that Fia beams when Adam returns, assuming he’s come back to get her for their night out, but instead he grabs his jacket and waves brightly at her as he dashes off. Oh, dear.
An angry Mo storms up to the bar with a sheepish Mack in tow, and she starts slagging off Bobbi-Lee for being a bigmouth and butting into her business. Bobbi-Lee wisely flees by disappearing into the back, and Mack tells Mo if she’s going to be such a grouch all night, he’ll just go over to David’s and have a drink with him instead. You know things are bad when you lose to David in the battle of “Who’s more fun?” She tells him David and Gráinne’s is no place to have a celebration right now, and when he presses her for an explanation, she folds like a house of cards and tells him about Gráinne’s miscarriage.
Maggie and Tadhg are once again strolling down the beach. They must’ve gotten a good deal on this set, because we’ve seen it a lot this season. Apparently Maggie lives in a sandcastle somewhere on the beach. There is more of their usual flirting, and then we cut to Mack arriving home, where he rants to Dee that Gráinne was pregnant and then lost the baby because of that scumbag Anto. Dee tries to comfort him, but he’s in no mood for it, so he shrugs her off and disappears down the hall to take a shower. Welcome home, Dee and Mack! We’ve missed your loving tenderness.