Chandler tries to figure out the design on Indigo's dress. At least that is what he jokes that he is doing. Indigo thinks he's so sweet and wishes she had told him her real age (he still doesn't know; he was just busy with work for awhile). She hates lying to him, even if it's just a lie of ommision. And she doesn't want to tell him now, since she's afraid he won't want to have anything to do with a 16 year old. "Well, I'm almost 17," she tells herself, "And Chandler is only 19, so it doesn't really matter." And Jan chows down on some salad. :-)