Panel 1: Whoa! Is Liz going braless? And here's Warren, dropping into town at a moment's notice again. Now, I realize his heli can be flown and landed anywhere, but we've seen that it's easy as Kraft dinner for him to land it in Mtig. So why couldn't he have done so pre-Paul? Meanwhile, April is back to tweenhood again, flopped on the bed like that. And it's funny that Liz would call her evening a date, even in quote marks. I would have expected her to say, "It's not a date! It's just old friends!"
Panel 2: April gets the bubble-butt, to further regress her. And we went through this years ago. Twice, in fact. First when Liz was primping for her first date with Eric, and again before Granthony's wedding. I dunno. I know I like to look my best when I go out, but I'm an old ::wheeze::37::wheeze:: married woman, and my husband encourages me to shine. Still, married or single, choosing to look one's best is just a good idea, wherever you're going and whomever with. Other people besides your escort are worth looking good for. Your own self is also worth looking good for!
Panel 3: Ooh, April! Is that snark? And jeez, is Liz modeling for VS or what? And why do they keep putting her in these lady-doth-protest-too-much corners? We get it already, Lynn: Liz does not know the power of her own beauty, and she's naively oblivious to the effect she has on men, all men, everywhere, gay or straight, married or single, pilots or police officers. And doesn't it always come as a surprise to her when one of them declares himself!
Panel 4: Eh, whatever. Anyway, I thought Liz gave this dress to April.
I suppose it's good that we're getting some continuation on Liz's love life. Better than a strip that ends with Gerald leering at April. (Which we still might get. But please don't tell me!)