Jay steps onto the elevator, playing with his iPhone.

Solange, already there, smiles.

Solange: "Hey! I didn't even know you were here. How's my niece?"

Jay mumbles under his breath, doesn't look up from his iPhone.

Solange: "I cannot remember the last time I was over for dinner and we just let the kids play. Are you guys around next week?"

Jay mumbles again, snickers at something on Facebook.

Solange: "I didn't hear you."

Jay: "I said 'we're touring'."

Solange: "Maybe the week after?"

Jay looks irritated, keeps texting.

Solange: "What do you think?"

Jay: "Look, I think it's cool and all that you want the kids to play, but I told Bey that Blue shouldn't really be playing with the help, okay? I mean, you used to do a great job as her stylist, but --"

Solange: "'Stylist' -- wait, what? Jay, it's me."

He stares blankly.

Solange: "Your sister-in-law?"

Blinks.

Solange: "We've known each other for years. I'm your wife's sister"

Jay: "...Kelly?"

And that's when she hit him.