An errant spark from the fire drifts over and sets the Christmas tree alight...somebody suggests the guys could put it out in the time-honored way. but the gals veto the idea...Open Mike says "leave it, so I can toast my smores." Somebody else grabs a couple of abandoned, half-empty smoothies from the bar and extinguishes the flames. The somewhat charred and needleless tree is dragged to the Southwest desert door and tossed through...

A brilliant blue snat comes through the door, climbs up the wall, across the ceiling and down the other side, and curls up in Liz's ample lap and begins to purr.