Meredith absorbs this in receptive, but increasingly confused, silence.

At the end of it, she has her fingertips over her mouth, as if in prayer, and really hopes she's smiling. (She isn't.)

"...I understood very little to none of that," she admits. "You are definitely not in Kansas anymore, if that means anything to you. I'll make some more kebabs and see if this rice is any good, then we can hit up the commercial district."