Ashley tells her, “It’s all about sex. How else does our generation define itself?”  Spencer is obviously uncomfortable with the subject, and tells her, “Ok, it’s official. You are not normal.”  Ashley rejoices, “Sweet! It’s much better that way.  And going by what you wear everyday, I’m assuming that you’re going for the I’m-sweet-and-innocent-but-I’m-really…sweet-and-innocent look?”

Spencer is shocked. “My clothes say all of that?”  Ashley sighs, “All that and NO more.  You need to spice up your wardrobe girl!” Spencer laments, “I don’t have the money for that.” But Ashley does, and she’s willing to share with Spencer, telling her, “My closet runneth over.”  Nice work, Ash! Now you can dress her to your own liking!

As usual, Aiden interrupts their fun and wants to know if they are going to the big party tonight. Ashley is an immediate yes, but Spencer isn’t sure, “No…I don’t know. I don’t have anything to wear.”  A master of subtlety, Aiden suggests, “You can always go naked!” Spencer flirts back, “I will if you will.”

Ashley puts us all out of our misery and temporarily gets rid of him with, “Look, we’ll throw you a bone, ok?  Meet us at my place at 8 o’clock and we’ll all go together.” Cue porn music as Aiden  pants, “Hmmm. Ok. I like together.”

Spencer watches him walk away, and Ashley tells her “You’re starting to define yourself girl.  Welcome to Generation S-E-X.”

Considering what she just witnessed between Aiden and her prospective honey, Ashley is very chill. She’s not throwing down her books (wait…does she even carry books?  I don’t think I’ve ever seen her with homework.  See, I told you she was cool.) and having a big lezzie “I thought you were gay” freak out on Spencer who was—just last week, mind you—having a coming out crisis and inciting their first pre-lovers’ quarrel. 

With Spencer giggling as Aiden leers at her and implies that a three-way could be big fun, a non-superhuman dyke would probably write off Spencer completely (or at least   book extra therapy sessions).  Not Ashley.  She practically dares Spencer to hook up with Aiden.  All the better to find out who she’s really dealing with, right?

Across campus, Sean is waging an uphill battle to yank Clay out of his Dockers consciousness and give the poor guy some culture.  He invites him to a Chinese film festival in Silver Lake (a place that is so hipster grungy that Clay will probably want to slip into some latex gloves and shop goggles before he even gets out of the car).  Clay tells him, “Ooh, you mean the ones with the subtitles? Come on, man. I don’t want to have to read a movie I just want to watch it.” 

But Clay eventually caves to Sean’s persuasiveness and agrees to go along for the ride.  Sean cryptically tells him that they will be making a quick stop before they can go to the film festival, but he won’t say why or where