But this week, theRHOSLCtables have rightly returned to showcasing the fruitiest loop of this group.

AndMary Cosby… only has eyes.

Oh no, that was the end of that statement.

Mary Crosby is almostentirelyeyes.

And it’s not because Jen is jealous of Mary.

We start in media res at Mary’s “Met Gala inspired” luncheon, a.k.a.

When everyone arrived, Mary told each woman to share something personal that the others might not know.

Meredith says that’s helpful in understanding why Jen lost control at the 1920s party.

But Mary says that Jen’s words can come across as “deadly.”

I’m just saying."

As a reminder, this woman is apastor an orator by trade!

Jen doesnotrespond well to the wink.

She gets up and leaves.

Heather, as usual, is maintaining a level head.

“Why are you tellingme?”

Mary rasps, eyes halfway to Park City.

The editors helpfully flashback to Mary instructing everyone not to interrupt and to talk one at a time.

Heather offers that it seems a little hypocritical to interject her opinion when she’d told them not to.

“Don’t call me hypocritical, don’t do that!”

“I don’t care what youseembecause you seem hypocriticaltoo,Heather, and I can benastyright now.”

Cut to Whitney in her testimonial: “Iam30.

And you’re all old as f—, and you’re acting like you’re 10!”

Also, pray tell, whatspecificpart of convenience stores are you associating with violence?

And Meredith is picking up her husband Seth from the airport, giving off the worst vibes possible.

It’s pretty sad to watch!

And I kid you not, two minutes into this drive, things have gone absolutely off the rails.

Seth starts pestering Meredith about moving to Ohio, to which she says absolutely not.

“So, where you live is more important than who you live with?”

It’s very manipulative!

“You don’t want me here?”

Heather arrives at dinner with averygenerous attitude toward someone who just said she had “very many faces.”

Restaurant staff truly are not safe in Salt Lake City.

Now, it is an unfortunately common occurrence for non-Black women to attempt to undermine Black women.

She wanted me to marry her second husband, which was my step-grandfather."

If only Jen had screamedthatacross the bar, maybe we wouldn’t be in this mess.

But my grandmother wanted it, and so I obeyed her because I trusted every word."

“And look at my life,” Mary says, gesturing to herself.

“You think I’m this high-fashioned Louis Vuitton, and maybe I am because Ichose right.”

Not according to your contract,sweetheart.

See you back here next week for drumroll, c’mon Sundaaaaance!