This week in the fort, tensions run high when Aimee and Roo kick things off arguing about drinking the night before—but harmony is quickly restored once Roo reveals her freshly straightened, impossibly shiny hair. (She’s found the magic of the flat iron.) Mid-episode, Roo’s boyfriend delivers an actual sushi boat, leading the duo into a deep dive on the miracle and menace of sushi: one bite is bliss, the next could be regret.

Meanwhile, Aimee gets a little emotional—it’s the first year her kid didn’t want to trick-or-treat with her. Roo and Aimee reminisce about the highs and horrors of their own childhood Halloweens, from the best candy hauls to the worst costume disasters.

It’s funny, heartfelt, and just a little raw—don’t miss this one, especially since it’s the second-to-last episode of the season!

This week in the fort, Roo confesses she's feeling guilty for not making enough art lately, but Aimee pushes back and reminds her that she’s constantly creating — and that millions of people have seen her work and she creates unhinged and hilarious shows, like a banana themed serial killer monkey stand-up show recently at Twelve Talons in Oralndo. They both come to the realization that the things that tend to perform well online rarely feature their faces, but maybe that’s a sign they shouldn’t be creating for the algorithm in the first place.

Aimee also reveals that her sexual brand might just be jazz hands, and shares her thoughts on the delicate art of banana ownership — that strange in-between space where you wait for bananas to ripen for banana bread, but try not to forget they exist entirely. It all leads to a conversation about how we often buy fruit for the person we want to be, not the person we actually are, and how small things like this are worth talking about.

Roo reflects on growing up eating almost exclusively at Indian restaurants, and how places like Miller’s Ale House and Chili’s still feel like a novelty — a reminder that sometimes, the most ordinary things can feel like a treat.

This week in the fort, Roo wakes up sore and confused, and Aimee warmly welcomes her to her 30s—where pain just comes with the territory. They reflect on the strange, sneaky ways aging shows up, and how the youth of today are out here saying things like “babes” and “no… stop… wait” with complete sincerity.

Roo reluctantly watched the movie Substance and gives a full-body cringe recap that’s heavy on things crawling under the skin. Despite the pain (and the trauma), she still wants to be a star student in her exercise class. Gold stars forever.

They also chat about Roo’s recently shared school photo, featuring a very cute and very angry little Roo. Her mom told her not to show her teeth when she smiled, which leads to a conversation about how hard it can be to teach kids things—and how they don’t always want to learn. That said, Aimee refuses to let that justify toothless smiling advice.

There’s also some good-natured commentary on Philippe, Roo’s cat and “only son,” who may or may not be a little too round. The two talk about what it’s like to spend time with people who had peaceful childhoods and how that energy be… boring.

Finally, Roo shares a moment with her cleaning lady about the sacred cast iron skillet (and why it absolutely cannot go in the dishwasher), and Aimee makes a compelling point: everyone, everywhere, fights about dishes. It’s just what we do.

Another honest, funny, and thoughtful episode from your favorite spot in the fort.