And again about love. Love is like an oven in which our souls are fried like pies. Some become golden brown, while others burn to charcoal. And this is fate. Shut up, brain, shut up. Georgia is in a sticky situation. Dave, telling another joke, hinting about his love for her (or she decided to think so), completely confused her. Then she decides, after much deliberation, to give Masimo an ultimatum to become only her boyfriend - he needs time to think. In order to cure herself of romantic fever, Georgia endlessly replays the play “Marrying a Viking”, trying to bypass the boyish tricks, American-Italian machos, without writing off the guitarist of the God of Sex.