In which Troy decides what he wants to be when he grows up, battles the ice cube of sadness, bakes some cookies, and figures some things out about feelings.

Graduation day should ideally include two hook-ups, a thrown punch, a massive secret, and a proposal, but apparently they’re all going to have to settle for Britta’s eyebrow piercing and the revelation that Jeff’s a Brony.

"We should get beds," Abed commented, as he shifted to make himself the big spoon. "It probably wouldn't be so cold if we weren't on the floor." "That's some grownup shit," Troy said sleepily, and stuck his cold toes between Abed's freakishly long calves. "We could be ready," Abed said, and he settled his hand on Troy's hip. Troy didn't say anything at all.

Things aren’t going according Annie’s plan. The gang graduates.