BEHOLD: THE DUN BONNET, sketched with stunning accuracy because some prankster in town was like, "Hee hee, I'm just gonna describe Jamie and see if they figure it out."
Jenny: THE MOST PREGNANT.
My notes here read, "Jamie shows up looking like a ragtag painter."
The artist in search of creative privacy.
"WHO DARES TO DISTURB MY ME-TIME? I'M SCULPTING."
SHIRTLESS MAN KISSING BABY. You're welcome.
This is Jenny's new son, named Ian after her husband, and LOOK how milk-drunk this sweet thing is. I assume that's a real child and not one of those robo-babies from ER.
TORTURED ARTIST HOLDING BABY.
"What's that commotion? All I want is some QUIET to work on my mixed-media composition about sandwiches."
Ugh, poor Fergus. But he didn't count on more Redcoats blocking his escape as he unleashed his taunts.
All I want in life is to be buzzed on whiskey, laid up in this room by the fire. Although I would like to keep my hand.
Kind Mary really DOES have a Florence Nightingale vibe.
The tear Jamie sheds after his lips make contact with hers is just... devastating.
Sam Heughan is really wonderful in these scenes. He touches her like he's never touched a person before, so timid, so different from what we've seen him do.
I love that as Claire gets more rooted in Boston, we see her in a day dress printed with shamrocks.
THAT MUFFIN.
OH MY GOD, CHEEKSY O' SNUGGLEBUG.
Poor Jamie really sells it, looking back at Jenny one last time as he's arrested, trying to act betrayed but also communicate to her that it's okay. Sniff. JENNY. I will not accept them NOT being reunited.
THE DUN BONNET is a DONE BONNET. ZING.
And that's Joe Abernathy. I look forward to him and Claire kicking medical ass together.