There are precious few ways Peter could imagine that things could have converged to make him this happy. Peter's been cooking, that always makes him happy, and he even did it in his own apartment, thanks to the bareness of Jason's kitchen appliances. Jason had helped, that made it even better, and he hadn't even balked when Peter made him listen to two entire Lady Gaga albums in an afternoon. There is music in his heart -- music from the future that sings of progress and power -- there's love in his life, he's wearing a brand new sweater and they're about to eat what promises to be an amazing meal with a family they've built themselves out of role models and like-minded people.

Looking sharp and surer every day that he's been given a second chance in Heaven, Peter arrives with Jason and a covered casserole dish. They're about to go to a dinner party at what essentially amounts to their adoptive same-sex guardians' early Thanksgiving get-together. If ever there was a gay American dream, Peter's pretty sure he's living it. So maybe he's in American Gay Heaven.

Wherever he is, he's too happy to be there to ask questions.