All that food, gone to waste.
Aw, Fergus is a good bodyguard. Jamie looks good with a kid in his arms.
That'll teach you to drink in brothels, Jamie.
Aww, it's not your fault, Murtagh. And good for Jamie to give him a task so he feels useful.
Sex-ed, 18th-century style.
Poor Mary. Little does she know she will soon trade one "awful" man for another.
Jamie is very good at hiding his "oh crap!" face.
Claire, you're playing with two nice people's lives. Who cares about Frank?
Interesting gift.
Whoa! I'm guessing this is a real home and gardens you can visit in Paris? Gorgeous!
Ah, the duke. Always so compassionate.
Nice horsies.
See, Your Grace? Jamie's not just a pretty face.
Catfight! Where's a mud pit when you need one.
Motherfluffer!!!! At least he's not in tip-top shape?
Tobias's French is sexy, though...
Take that, Jack. The King likes Claire and ridicules you.
The best conversation ever. Claire's face is hilarious. She doesn't know whether to laugh or throw up.
Word, King Louis.
Jamie and Claire likey. It's all they can do not to jump up-and-down right now.
What the heck? Do not engage, Jamie!
What does this mean for Claire's make-sure-Frank-is-born plan?
That's cold, Claire. Although, who's to say Jamie would have definitely won, with only one good hand.
So no sexy-time?
When she goes back to him, Frank should really kiss her feet.
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