Feigned sentimentality aside, Les can’t wait to dump the girls and their belongings in the dorm room, and then get the hell back to Moore Manor and enjoy being semi-alone at last. “A-ha! A closet shelf, I’ll just shove these up here and…” Not so fast, mister! Cayla, being a woman and all, knows that there’s a place for everything, and here and now is the place for her paying Les back for that time he got all anal about the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.