At this point, I'm watching entire scenes I'd normally skip just to hear how incredibly stilted the latest ad copy for Shriners Hospitals for Children® sounds coming out of the various actors' mouths. Listen, I get that it's a great cause and I'd rather they plug this than, like, Snickers or whatever Genie Francis was up to surreptitiously last week, but there actually is a way to get this information out there without making it sound like it's being read off of a brochure.
Here's a way! Put bowties on Aidan and Cameron! Okay, that wasn't about delivering more natural dialogue, but as a bowtie fan from way back, I found this to be the most charming part of the episode. It didn't even matter that horrible Nikolas was also wearing a bowtie and had helped to facilitate the adorableness (which apparently was Spencer's idea, in which case I'm mildly annoyed about it in a theoretical sense but we're here talking about it visually, viscerally, and on those levels IT WAS LITTLE BOYS IN BOWTIES!).
Even Nikolas looks pretty darling in that thing. There, I said it. LET'S NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN.
In fairness, a couple of miraculous things happened today: first, someone actually expressed a modicum of anger at Nikolas. Jason, even! For the heinous shit he's been up to for the past year.
(Jason's AngryFace, as it is)
Second, Elizabeth and Jason actually talked about wanting to find out what happened to Jake during all his fake-dead years when he was being held captive by Helena. Hey, Parents Of The Year! NICE IDEA. (Or they could just give him some toy motorcycles and send him to a serial-killing art therapist, which maybe isn't that far-fetched since said art therapist's serial killings were based on said child's father's serial killings. Bonded for life!)
Also, Anna probably shouldn't sleep with her therapist/friend's boyfriend?
But what if she should?
Also, Tracy is in the middle of having some sort of terrible seizure.
Afternoon Television Program, if you do something bad to Tracy that isn't just a red herring that actually leads to (finally) something good for Tracy, there will be hell to pay. Mark my words.
Also, how does Felicia get to look this good in a white tank top?
This whole exchange existed, by the way, so Maxie could be incongruously bitchy and mean to her just-shot boyfriend because muttered the name "Claudette," and then insisted Claudette was his childhood French poodle which, of course she wasn't, this is a soap, but I'd lie too if someone were being that hostile to me while I was in a hospital bed recovering from a serious bullet wound. (By any chance does Maxie even remember that she once had a boyfriend she loved very much who was also a cop and was, in fact, shot and killed in the line of duty? MAYBE BE A LITTLE GENTLER.)