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Previously on "Casual"...
Alex, you're good at this stuff.
How do I make her my friend?
Standard dating rules apply.
- I'm over in the corner with a bunch of my friends,
if you want to join us. - Are you sure?
- Absolutely. Come over and have a drink.
- We're doing a potluck this weekend
to kick off the semester.
I think you should come by and meet the others.
- Look, you don't have to front. We just want to get to know you.
- What are our options? - There are no options.
We take this money or fold.
You want me to match people who are incompatible?
Sell them a lie?
Give them the fun of dating
Give them the fun of dating
without the pressure of finding a happiness
that may not even exist.
- Morning. - Sure is.
Sir?
Sir?
- Hi, there. - ID, please.
Why, you got a bar back there?
Who are you here to see?
I work here.
Yeah, so do I.
Snooger.
JME Capital.
Nothing in the system.
You'll have to sign the sheet.
Power of the pen, huh?
Don't forget to validate.
- I'll speak with Damon about the server problems
and it should be cleared up by the weekend.
Okay? - Sorry.
Sorry.
Oh, boy, you give a guy a nightstick,
suddenly, he's Captain fucking America.
Really makes you wonder why
we're militarizing police, right?
Okay. Whew.
Okay, then.
Uh, anything else?
Uh, anything else?
Cool.
We will regroup on Monday
before the marketing meeting.
Wait, we're done?
Yeah.
- Is there anything I need to know?
You're good.
I'll have my office send you the minutes.
Hey, if you're still doing drinks later, text me, yeah?
Done.
- Oh... oh, you guys going out later?
- Uh, that's the plan. - Oh.
'Cause, um, I have a better plan.
I picked up some stuff for the grill earlier...
Brisket, ribs, Cornish game hens...
Brisket, ribs, Cornish game hens...
Why don't I cook you up a proper feast?
You don't have to do that.
- No, we should get to know each other.
And you don't know me till you've had my barbeque.
Right, Paul?
Yeah.
You said ribs?
Yeah, and game hens.
- Oh, my God, you should have seen me.
I was a huge pothead.
- See, pot always made me so paranoid.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Not me. God, I smoked every day.
Even into grad school, it was crazy.
Then I discovered TM and it was just...
Then I discovered TM and it was just...
I tried that too
and all I got was... existential angst.
- Oh, my God. - Yeah, I know.
What do you do to relax?
I drink wine.
I drink lots and lots of wine.
One day, I'm gonna put a barrel next to my bed
and just run a line straight into my mouth
like a straw,
and I'm just gonna suck on that until I pass out.
That's beautiful.
You should come to my game night.
We have so much wine.
We have so much wine.
So much wine!
And great people. - People?
- People! - Well, in that case...
Yeah?
I don't know why I didn't think of it.
I mean, honestly, you're a perfect fit.
And I think you would like Harry,
who's great.
He loves game night. - Huh.
- But not in, like, that creepy infantile way
that some guys like game night.
Like, he genuinely really likes game night.
He's a good guy.
Harry, huh?
- He doesn't have one personality disorder.
Wow.
Wow.
You can't say no to that.
Yeah, I guess I can't.
You're in, right?
- Before we get into today's discussion of "Eating Animals"
I would like to point out a potential trigger warning.
This book's depiction of factory farming can be violent,
and at times, unsettling.
If anyone believes that they might be uncomfortable
with a discussion of the killing of animals,
they're welcome to step out.
- So if we're uncomfortable, we don't have to talk about it?
- So if we're uncomfortable, we don't have to talk about it?
Mm-hmm.
It's important that this room stay a safe space.
- And talking about a factual occurrence makes it unsafe?
It could.
Vegetarians, for example,
may have a strong reaction to animal death.
Got it.
Strong reaction bad.
Safe space good.
Right.
So if we can all continue... - What about eating triggers?
Hmm?
It's a book about food, right?
I feel like we might need
eating disorder triggers.
Eating disorder triggers.
- That's actually a very good point.
Uh, if anyone here is concerned with...
- Are we sure we should be talking about this book?
- Yeah, maybe there's a safer alternative.
Um... uh... um...
It's weird.
- Oh, come on, it'll be fun. Game night.
I'm the token single girl.
Set-up bait.
- No, look, if she didn't like you,
she wouldn't set you up.
- Or he's a troll. Harry.
Harry...
Harry...
What kind of name is that?
Harry.
Oh, but I, you know, I like game night.
I do, and who knows where it could lead.
Game vacation.
Hey.
These fucking vulture lawyers,
they see a carcass and they just circle.
Hi, Dad.
Laura, hi.
How's homeschool?
- Trigger-y. - What does that mean?
She's fine.
She's fine.
I just took you off speaker.
Uh, so I've been thinking.
What if I bought out your half of the house?
Why?
We've lost two sales already
and, you know, I just wouldn't want you to feel stuck
because of this.
No, that's... it's fine.
I don't know. Loans fall through.
That happens.
Right, that's true.
Why? What's this about?
Nothing. It's just a thought.
Maggie and I are thinking ahead.
Maggie and I are thinking ahead.
Thinking ahead to what?
To the future.
The future?
- Just, you know, if there were three of us,
then we could use the space
Three?
- It's just something we're talking about.
Val?
Okay, well, great.
Uh, I wish you a lot of luck with that.
You know, I should meet Harry. I bet he's great.
- Yeah, I'm sure he is. - Yeah.
How about, uh, this one?
- It's gas. - So?
- I think we want fire, you know?
Fire's comforting.
It speaks to our inner caveman,
when we killed with impunity
and feasted on the spoils of the hunt.
- Have you, uh, ever been hunting?
Course not. I'm a pacifist.
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