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1 Previously on Moonshine...

- Oh my God! - I'm glad to run into you.

I still think your design sucks.

You're the perfect person to un-suckify it.

What?

- Don't take that job. - Duh! Of course I won't.

It would be a game-changer.

Anything for a fan!

I'm not a fan.

You can text it to Terry.

And tell him Nancy says hi.

Ani?

Hey, Ryan.

Ever hear of the game sunk the junk?

'Course not, because the game was a Finley-Cullen original.

High off rocket pops, we'd break into the yard

of the only rich assholes in Foxton

and toss crap in their pool.

Equal parts junk removal and science experiment.

What made the biggest splash?

What was the heaviest thing we could hurl?

Most importantly, how long could we go till we got caught?

Cannonballing into chaos.

Totally cool getting trapped in a cesspool of our own making?

Yeah, no thanks.

I could make the mess but I couldn't embrace it.

So instead of ripping off the band-aid and diving in,

I'd suffer, waiting for the inevitable.

Oh, I hated that game...

As such, I stand by my decision

to design the new resort.

Do you stand by my decision?

Is this you standing by?

I stand by the fact that you have a death wish.

You just promised Rhian that you would not

aid in the obliteration of the Moonshine,

and now all of a sudden you are the lead architect

of that bougie doomsday resort? Uh-uh!

See, that kind of inflammatory rhetoric

is exactly why I'm calling this family meeting!

It's not gonna be bougie, okay?

I'm actually going for coastal chic.

Ugh!

Ooh, my world-famous blueberry muffins!

The perfect carb choice to lull our family into submission

so they can understand that this opportunity

is an opportunity for all of us.

There mind-altering drugs in these?

There should be.

- It's incredible. - Good?

- I tried almond flour. - No!

Your self-delusion!

You actually believe that you can spin

the Moonshine's imminent death into a good thing?

It's not gonna happen.

The Moonshine is not gonna die!

I'm gonna prevent that

by working this build from the inside.

Oh, that is so your M.O.

You think that if you avoid the carnage,

the carnage does not exist.

So dry. These need butter.

That is not my M.O.!

You avoided telling your husband you wanted out for 20 years.

Okay, that is a little my M.O.

Nora, come on, I need your help here.

Ehh...

I need you to get everyone on board, Rhian especially.

If she's cool, the rest of the family

will be too afraid to not be cool.

Consider it your penance for making a podcast

about my dumpster fire of a life.

It's not my fault that you are an endless well

of depraved dumpster fire gold.

I just thought of a podcast title:

"Sororicide By Design:

"How one woman's effed-up quest to get her life back on track

"destroys the family business and then gets her murdered

"by her psychotic step-sister."

Too wordy?

Ow!

- Hey, Ani! - Hey!

Come here! I am so happy to see you!

You know when I'll be happy?

When you make some hot shit viking discovery.

- Get in! - I'm just gonna unpack.

Oh, you want me to start now?

I need answers by 3 pm.

If pushed, I'd be amenable to end of day.

Okay, well...

I mean, I ran a rough field survey

by where dad found the dagger,

and I found some shard samples, some ground depressions.

It's not viking-guaranteed, but it's a pretty good start.

Sammy, you field-walked!

- Yeah! - Radiating or traversing?

How long is the dig going to take?

Um, well, once we set up our grid, it will be, like,

a month, tops.

A month?!

This asshat developer's breaking ground in two weeks.

We are talking heavy machinery, noise, dirt!

We're gonna lose all our campers!

Well, if we move fast, it could be less,

but I can't make any guarantees.

Hey, honeybuns,

we have a code blue in cabin 4. I repeat, code blue in cabin 4!

Two weeks. Get it together, people!

Welcome back?

And with, uh, a few swift moves,

you too could be a stove-cleaning expert.

Ah, one sec.

Listen, do you, uh, scrub up and down

or, like, little circles?

Don't imitate me, Ry!

Um, improvise. You know?

Like, find a cleaning style that only Ryan Finley-Cullen can do.

But... but don't over-think it, babe.

You do you!

Put your shirt on!

This is a food prep area! Unsanitary!

What's your problem?

Oh, that campaign stress.

She's running for president of the Foxton Cove

Business Association.

- Ooh! - It's in the bag.

I bribed or intimidated every member for their vote.

Our problem is that Ani is the slowest archaeologist

in history, Sammy just proved how useless

his fancy university education is, and Oscar's being...

I don't know. Not Oscar.

Listen, Rhi, I care.

I really do.

But I can't figure out who Oscar is

until I figure out who Ryan is... when he's cleaning.

Yeah!

Also, I don't know if I would stress so much, you know?

Like, the developer can't build the hotel

until they finalize the land deal.

The land deal isn't finalized?

Oh, no! It's funny.

Okay, so the notary messed up and wrote "Lablanc,"

L-a-b, instead of "Leblanc," L-e-b!

And so they had to restart all of the contract from scratch!

It is taking forever. My mom is super cranky.

No land deal, no resort...

I can work with this!

I can work with this.

Ry! 30 likes!

- Oh! - Your video is blowing up!

Oh my God, it's like someone came into his cleaning voice!

Ah, life.

What is it, but an endless parade of new experiences

knocking at your door?

Every day, a chance to grow,

to support the people closest to you

as they explore new career-changing opportunities.

Can I have one of those?

Yes.

Maybe a time machine

and we can go back and buy doughnuts instead?

It's unanimous... the muffins suck.

What were you saying, Lidia?

It was a word salad, message unclear.

Hmm.

Wesworld is owned by the Lonergan family.

Notoriously cutthroat.

Okay, but Wes isn't like that.

He wants to help the community.

How do you know that?

Just a vibe... that I get?

Could be wrong.

All this to say I have a way that we can strategically

control the sitch.

Change is constant, but how do we promote positive change?

Destroying our enemies?

Jill's land deal isn't closed.

What?! How?

Some asshat lawyer can't spell,

which means window of opportunity, bitches!

Gives us more time to dig, make the Moonshine a historical site,

and shut Wesworld down for good.

I think Lidia was on the precipice

of pitching a solution of her own.

You were saying, Lidia?

Just... so...

Happy...

Ani is here!

- Aww! - Yay!

And it's great to be back, though I could use extra hands.

Diggin' up dirt is my speciality.

Great! Team dig is a go.

Rest of us are team obliterate Jill.

No can do, sis.

Crystal Clean's got me scrubbing gold toilets

in fancy-pants Chester today.

Uh-huh?

But you've got my back on this, right, sis?

Mmm!

Ugh!

Death to Wesworld!

Writes itself!

Sorry!

Uh, I've been very supportive

of your secret fling with Wes.

Where the hell was my assist back there?

I tried, but I'm Switzerland! I'm always Switzerland.

Switzerland isn't neutral if Switzerland is sneaking over

to Germany's party van every night for a screw and a latte.

You're right!

I let a suit in hipster's clothing

suck me in with his... dimples.

- Wes has dimples? - Not on his face...

Oh my God.

I'm sorry, that was gross. I just...

I don't know. I think my Finley-Cullenness

is starting to surface:

The lying, the self-loathing, the drinking before noon.

The banging guys that have the power to destroy our family?

Was banging. Wes is ghosting me.

Oh.

Want me to talk to him for you?

A little creative spin goes a long way.

Please, no. I'm done spinning.

And you should be too. Just rip off the band-aid.

Tell Rhian that you're banging the enemy, too... professionally.

Not banging, containing!

And she'll thank me when this is over and there's not

an infinity pool where our broken-down trailer park

should be.

Lids, not everyone's gonna like you all the time.

And, well, maybe that's okay.

It's the advice I'm giving myself...

Hey!

Lose the smile, bucko!

Right.

When do I get my phone call?

You okay, bud?

Yeah... no... maybe. I don't know.

I just really thought the slip 'n slide vulva may have...

Wow, oof!

Yeah, it's a long, slippery story,

which I thought was gonna make me feel more like me.

Instead I felt trapped in a dark, flesh-coloured,

pillowy tunnel.

Hey, man. One baby is a big enough adjustment, but twins?

It's not just the twins, it's Rhian.

I... I thought she would need me more.

I was supposed to be her nurturer, her mighty pillar.

Instead I feel more like a rotting porch.

You can relate, right? You were married to her.

I never understood Rhian.

You're the only guy who's ever been able to bring out her,

would you call it, human side?

I just want to be more like you and Nora:

A delicious, foot-long relationship sub

with a little bit of Terry and Nora in every bite.

The grass ain't always greener, bro.

Ah.

So you played "hide the kielbasa" while I was gone.

Big deal. I'm over it.

That's not what happened. I didn't cheat on you.

You don't have to lie to me, Terr, okay?

I was gone for ten months.

What guy can keep it in his pants for that long?

Pass, I'll give you a pass.

Done. Conversation over.

It's not over, okay? I need to make things clear.

Nancy invited me over after church.

- You went to church? - Yes.

I've been going back to church.

What, did you bump uglies in the pew?

- Terry! - Nora, please, come on!

Look, I think you should know that, yes, we got close,

and not in that way,

but close.

She's got this sweet, little boy, Aiden.

He's four, and...

We would have movie nights,

and one time we had a picnic.

A picnic?

Yeah, so I am sorry

that you had this awkward run-in with her.

Clearly she's gotten her signals crossed,

which is completely my fault.

But in a weird way, I don't even think it was about

Nancy or Aiden,

I think I just saw what our life could be,

and I can't help but want that.

With you.

I wish you'd just boned her!

Uh, whatcha doin'?

Brainstorming.

Uh...

Can we talk for a second about the new resort?

Yes! Let's spitball.

I'm thinking blackmail,

unless you learned any torture tactics from the Marauders.

Sadly, no. Um...

I just need to backtrack for a minute.

Um, so last summer... Wasn't my best.

Got, uh, distracted by a man.

Very, very hot, beautiful biker man.

Admittedly, went a little nuts, right?

But, Rhian, back in New York, I-I never...

reached for the things I really wanted, you know?

I-I got lost in my marriage

and compromised my needs, my career...

That sucks, but I need ideas.

No more bullshit.

What? What's wrong?

That's what we need.

Your bullshit!

That thing you do where you talk for hours

without saying anything, and people get so bored

they want to kill themselves, so eventually they just agree

to whatever it is you want just to get you to shut up?

- Uh, that's not a thing... - Yes, yes, it is.

And we need to lean into that.

We're going to co-host a tea party for Jill.

Look at us, sisters, bound by killer weeds,

a failing campground, and dry-ass muffins.

Bring some. 2 pm, lodge.

Sharp!

- You chicken shit. - I know!

What's wrong with me?

I'm a grown woman acting like a ten-year-old

worried her little sister's gonna slaughter

her pet turtle for soup.

It was really good soup.

No. Not while I'm venting.

I'm not recording you. I am cyber-stalking Nancy.

- Who's Nancy? - The aggro chick from the spa.

Terry had an emotional affair with her and her stupid kid.

- God, that's bad! - Yeah.

Why couldn't he just mow someone else's lawn

like a normal scumbag?

Ugh.

Someone else's lawn...!

Yes!

All I have to do is make sure Jill sells Wes

a different piece of land!

The Leblancs own property all over the south shore.

"Own" is generous, but yeah,

they shook down the Harnishes for some gambling debt

in the '90s... Lidia, don't!

You think you're so cute...

So, how's it been going with your dad?

I mean... your brother.

I mean... Ryan.

Um, honestly, I haven't seen him much since I've been back.

He's been really busy with Crystal Clean.

It's really taking off.

Good for Ryan.

There's nothing more important than having a job

you're passionate about. Like me.

Nothing makes me more excited than 800 tiny flags

and a bunch of twine to keep me busy all summer.

Who needs a personal life?

Woo-hoo! Goddammit, you're mine!

Ha-ha!

Here comes Christine!

Look out!

No! Stop!

Hey!

Stop it!

What are you...

Ken!

Ken!

What are you doing?

Excavatin', baby!

This is an archaeological dig, not a monster truck rally!

Monster truck?

This little honey has got advanced hydraulics

and a bong-holder.

It doesn't get better than Christine.

Okay, but Christine can't break up this site

into two-metre grid squares, equidistant.

Trust me on this, Ken. It's my field.

Last time I checked, it was my field.

Dad, please, don't be stubborn.

Can you at least try it our way?

"Our way"?

What about our way?

I'm gonna need a bigger bong.

Uh, you've reached Crystal Clean!

How can we provide a sparkle

to your home and/or work space today?

You want the Ryan deep clean special?

Oh, hold on one sec.

Oh, sorry, please hold!

Sorry, one second.

Oh my God. Hi!

You've reached Crystal Clean!

Uh, Ryan is actually not available, but I am...

Hello...?

Hey, babe. Um, I was just wondering

if I should come and pick you up

because you've been gone for like five hours!

Also, the board is full

and I feel like we should celebrate!

Workin' hard?

Today's not our cribbage day, is it?

No, I'm not here for cards.

Seems your girls are having some kind of abandonment issues

since your wife's been gone.

They invited me over for tea.

Bea'll be home soon.

Say it enough times and...

Click your heels...

Might actually come true.

Jill?

You've known me for a dog's age.

Am I... stubborn?

Difficult?

Depends.

You ready to cash in, stop working so hard?

Not a chance.

Hmph!

Stubborn as ever.

Kinda cute.

And Bea's a brave woman leaving a man like you here on your own.

Voilà, your number two has come up

with a number one plan to stop Jill from building

the resort next door.

It's foolproof. Total win-win.

Good!

But just in case your plan to stop Jill from selling Wesworld

that land sucks, I've come up with...

Foolproof plan B.

Tea?

Brewed by yours truly with leaves

picked from this very campground.

Oh, organic. Nice touch.

Yup!

It's Belladonna season,

and Belladonna Morte is especially poisonous.

If plan a fails, we stir in a little honey, and whammo,

works within seconds, and that Moonshine-hating bitch

won't know what hit her... but we will!

Poison?

Pissed you didn't think of it first?

Rhian? Uh, you can't kill her.

I'm not gonna kill her!

The neurotoxin in the poison's gonna do all the heavy lifting.

Mint leaves, Belladonna leaves, honest mistake!

- Rhian! - Oh, relax!

It's not usually fatal.

It'll paralyse her for a few days.

Comma if we're lucky.

But if Jill does die, Crystal, her only heir,

inherits the land, which means we'll be home-free.

At the very least, it's more time for Ani to discover

viking loot, which means we'll have protected land,

which means my foot way up that resort's ass!

Voilà, the poisoned chalice!

Rhian...

I'm so happy that you and I are dealing

with this crisis as a team.

However, I'd like to remind you

that my idea won't earn you a life sentence.

Oh.

Uh, I won't be taking the fall.

If we get caught, who'd get the blame?

Hardworking mother of two

or the felon with the ankle monitor?

Good luck with plan A!

Hey.

I'm sorry, I've been in a mood.

Been a tough day without your mom.

Love is a bitch-slap...

To the nuts.

Don't I know it.

I met someone and, uh, I already screwed it up.

Well...

When you care about someone and you have history,

no matter how long it's been, um...

You should be honest with them about how you feel.

Right?

Well, I've known him for a week and I don't know how I feel.

Sammy, love is like an excavator.

I say go big or go home.

Make a grand gesture.

It's like the heavy machinery of feelings.

Ha-ha!

- Ry? - Show me more!

Yeah!

Nice wood!

Bring it here, Sonny!

Hey!

Let's go!

- Come on, Marge! - Woo!

Woo! Shake it!

Tell your friends!

Make it rain!

Yeah!

Take it off, take it off!

- This? - Take it off!

Take it off! Take it off!

Yummy!

Woo!

Come to mama!

Muffin?

The secret is truffle honey.

This muffin's dry as a bone!

Seriously?

Alright, why am I here?

Besides morbid curiosity.

Jill, we're both aware

that building a new summer resort

next door to the Moonshine is...

Causing some friction.

Ain't life grand.

Sure could be.

If...

We move the proposed build site...

a few miles down the coast!

Bear with me.

You own this stretch of beach right off the highway,

close to that cute little café

with the hummus combo and that tasty pastry chef.

It's a piece of land infinitely more suited

than that old piece of swamp.

Wes can double the size of his build,

which means double the money for you, Jill.

Double my money, eh?

Mm-hm!

All you need to do is change the address on your deal

when they fix the spelling of Leblanc.

You get to have your cake,

and said cake won't be pissed on by Finley-Cullens,

the Moonshine, or our two-star clientele,

none of which... let's get real here...

Wesworld wants in their swanky backyard.

So, what do you think?

I think...

I think...

You're nuts if you think a multi-million-dollar developer

is gonna change the location of their new hotel

two weeks before they break ground.

Did you get a few brain cells knocked out of that head

when you fell off the stage last week?

But this is win-win, Jill,

in the way that nobody needs to lose.

Because, let's face it, one of us was gonna lose big!

Well, you sisters should have known this would never fly.

I mean, just redoing the permits would set them back months,

and by then they'd lose interest.

See, rich people are like puppies with platinum cards.

So you're more interested in a win-lose situation.

Is that what I'm hearing?

Lidia?

Why don't we treat our guest here

to some calming, restorative tea?

Jill...

I'm just trying to protect our home.

Don't bullshit me.

You've always got your own angle, dollface.

You might be a pretty blonde, but you're full of ugly secrets.

Don't you think it's time to tell your sister

about your fancy new job with Wesworld?

Nice try, Leblanc.

I'm well aware of Lidia's job offer.

You're obviously not aware that she turned that job offer down.

Yeah, sure she did, sweetheart...

Oh, now you're embarrassed?

Like I've never seen you naked?

I know.

It just feels weird having other people see you see me...

Naked.

Oh, exploiting my employee and my boyfriend

at the same time?

You should be ashamed of yourselves!

Oh, no, no, Crystal, don't blame them!

This was my idea!

- Your idea? - Yeah!

You told me to find my cleaning voice.

It was kismet, babe!

Hilda was hosting the book club and the ladies

could not get into the third volume

of the Chowder St. Clair mysteries;

they got distracted by how my tricep flexes when I...

Ryan, you didn't even vacuum!

What good is a cleaning voice if you don't use it to clean?!

Come on!

Let's go!

Okay.

Why don't you dust your own table?

Lap dances are not included

in the Crystal Clean clean guarantee!

- Aww... - That's too bad.

Bye-bye, book club!

Bye!

- Come on! - Come anytime!

Lidia?

Please tell me...

You didn't agree to facilitate and design a resort

that's gonna destroy our livelihood and childhood home...

Did you?

As you know, um, I'm in between jobs,

and when Weston Lonergan, uh, uh...

Reached out to have me,

uh, do some consulting for him...

Lidia's the lead architect.

She's overseeing everything, from the pastry chef,

apparently, right down to the last crapper.

It's a done deal.

And I know that's Belladonna Morte tea, by the way.

You think I can't see the telltale rash on your fingers?

Ugh, idiots, all of ya!

Rhian?

Um...

Yes, I am the lead architect,

but please just listen.

Rhian! Okay... stop!

Stop! Oh, God!

Augh! Can't we just talk about this?!

Only 'cause I ran outta nails!

You have 30 seconds before I reload!

They're gonna build this resort with or without us.

Isn't it better if I'm working this from the inside?

I know you don't see it right now,

but I'm doing this for all of us, Rhian!

I'm trying to protect you!

Horse shit!

You said you were z-typing it this summer!

You said you weren't gonna add any more shit to the shit pile!

But you're the living embodiment of a shit pile, you traitor!

You Judas, or whatever the female version of Judas is...

Judette!

Do you honestly think this was an easy decision for me?

That I haven't suffered over this?

Oh, you don't know suffering until you've straddled

a lawnmower with episiotomy stitches!

I have to do everything around here!

The last thing I need is my own sister

stabbing me in the back, again!

This is your cesspool too, Lidia.

When will you finally take responsibility for it?

So they had built a little cowboy out of scallops

on top of the lobster, so...

We're gonna talk...

About that Nancy church lady snotty brat thing you did.

I will go check on...

police things.

- Godspeed, Terr. - Thanks, D.

I forgive you.

No, no, no, don't speak!

I'm fully taking this serious here.

I forgive you, okay?

I was gone a long time and I was busy,

and I'm not always great at picking up the phone,

and I know that everybody needs someone to talk to.

That said, I want to be the someone that you talk to,

not some rando at some stupid church thing, okay?

I-I want to be there to...

Meet your emotional needs.

Did Nora Finley-Cullen just say "emotional needs"?

If you ever doubt how committed I am,

remember this puke-free moment, okay?

But you still suck.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have let things get as far as they did.

But...

The kid, the house, I still want those things.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down.

I-I don't think we're speaking the same love language here.

Kid and house?

Church?

Ugh, I'd rather be raptured.

Fair enough.

Okay, so you're gonna dump the Norman Rockwell bitch

and her ugly toddler?

Sever all ties?

Done.

Okay.

You got it.

Babe, I swear, it never went further than twerking!

And the occasional wheelchair lap dance,

but I had a very strict no-touching policy,

which most of the ladies obliged.

Except Marge.

She's real pinchy

and that wheelchair puts her right at ass level.

Ry, I'm not jealous of a bunch of horny old ladies!

Then why are you cancelling all my bookings?

Babe, I made so much in tips!

And a little in savings bonds.

At this rate,

we'll be able to get our second van by next month!

It's not just about the second van, Ry.

Crystal Clean is my baby.

I gave birth to her my way,

and I need to raise her my way.

Your way.

I still get to be your corporate liaison, though, right?

I need to succeed or fail on my own terms.

On my own.

Ry, you had a good run!

You know, and one day, you are gonna make an amazing CEO.

You just need to find your own thing to CEO!

I really thought...

I'll figure something else out.

Yeah! You will!

I mean, you're... Mr. figure stuff out, right?

Oh! I know!

Maybe Lidia can get you in with Wesworld!

Yes, I bet there will be a bunch of jobs open

when the hotel is up and running.

Why would Lidia have an in with the hotel?

Uh...

Um...

Well, I don't... I mean, I don't really know for sure,

but my mom might have mentioned something

about Lidia designing it...?

But I could be wrong!

Alright.

Phew!

Half done.

Not bad, considering.

Sorry we couldn't use her today.

Ah.

And I'm sorry about all the tension.

Every time I come back to the Moonshine, stuff comes up.

I know you must be missing Bea.

Yeah.

And that's not the worst part.

I-I don't know if she's missing me back.

You built 40 years of marriage.

If grand gestures are the thing,

then maybe it's time you take your own advice.

Hm.

How about a... a small gesture?

Put her there, partner.

Okay, okay.

I do actually go to Oxford, okay?

Uh... okay.

But other than England,

I haven't ever stepped foot outside of Nova Scotia.

And I also have two moms.

Sammy, that's fine.

Not like two moms like "two moms," but I-I just...

I mean I was raised by my grandparents,

who I thought were my adoptive parents,

and then I just met my biological mom last year.

Okay, well, then maybe... maybe three moms

if you count my bio dad's girlfriend.

And that dad and I were actually raised as brothers.

And I have three sisters who are actually my aunts,

and they're crazy.

And that's why I lied to you! Because...

You know, I didn't want them to scare you away,

because my family is...

A mess!

And I'm a mess.

Ugh!

But I'm here, I'm standing here, owning it.

So...

Take it or leave it.

Sammy, I live in a van,

I'm using my dad's money to prove

that I have some sort of future,

and I have Dave Matthews Band tattooed on my ass.

Does that sound like someone who has their shit together?

Uh, it's possible I may have been over-thinking some things.

Look, I'm just happy you're being honest with me, okay?

That's all I want!

I don't care about anything else, okay?

We can be messes together.

Hello, Bea?

It's me. Um...

I hope... hope you're doing good.

Uh, it's a...

Real big mess up here.

Well, the usual, I guess.

Uh, I hope you're getting the space you need.

Uh, I mean, the space we need, right?

I know it's supposed to be good for both of us, but...

I don't need it.

I mean...

Oh, I don't know what I mean.

Aw, hell.

I love you. Come on home.

Mm.

Remember that game we used to play when we were kids,

where we'd toss a bunch of crap in the water

and then dive into the middle?

Sunk the junk?

Nope.

Well, I'm in it now.

Tits deep.

Dad...

I'm taking a job

as lead architect for the new Wesworld Resort.

And I know that's extremely disappointing,

and I know it makes me an asshole, and...

I'm sorry.

Well...

That's a sucker punch!

I know!

I tried to reason with Jill,

convince her not to finalize the land deal, but it's done.

There's nothing we can do.

The dig is what we can do.

What we're doing, it'll protect us from those

greasy Wesworld hacks.

What's your mother gonna say?

What is she gonna do...

When she finds she doesn't have a home to come back to?

Shit.

Ryan, stop. Ryan!

What, so everyone in town knew except me?

Ryan, stop!

I-I'm sure that Lidia had a reason not to tell you

that's not insulting.

You were next on my list, Ry.

I tried this morning with the muffins.

What, am I a big joke to everyone?

- No! - Do I not get to have a say

in anything that goes on around here?

Alright, can everyone just chill out for a second?

Thank you!

I hate to say I told you so.

Oh, wait, no, I don't.

Can you just let Lidia get out what she has to say

and then have your little tantrum?

Why is everyone yelling?

Lidia's sleeping with the enemy!

Fine.

I'm designing the new Wesworld Resort.

But I'm doing it to make sure the Moonshine stays untouched!

I have Wes's word.

He's a decent guy, I swear.

Right, Sammy?

Okay, hate me.

You don't want to support me, fine!

But just know I'm doing this for you!

And you're welcome!

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