MacLaren's: Robin's long gone, and now Barney's talking on his phone to Ted, telling him to relax. They're bros. He's got his back. Ted scowls. "You're an animal." Barney continues: "Even though our bro-lationship has suffered its setbacks in this area, I assure you I will be the perfect gentleman." He lays a glass of wine down in front of Maggie and takes the seat opposite her, only to get his first real look at her. She thanks him, takes a sip of her wine and adds (without sarcasm): "By the way, I really like those overalls." Barney's face lights up. Over the phone, he tells Ted, "You have ten minutes to get down here or the window's closing." Ted's all, "Ten minutes?" Barney says, "Yeah! Because we're bros." Ted flies out the door and we fly to commercial.
Photography Exhibit: The sign on the wall reads Les Chiens Érotique (sic), Photographs by Grace Chon (an actual pet photographer, based in L.A.). Jim wants to go back to the bar and find Maggie, but Robin tries to talk him into staying, praising the erotic dog photography, particularly the photos of the Corgis doing it "people style." Oh my word. I can't believe I had to type that. I'm going to go look at Chon's very cute non people-style pet photos to clear my head. Be right back. Ah. That's better. Back to the story.
Jim's still focused on Maggie, so Robin grabs a glass of red off a waiter's tray and suggests they have some wine, first. When Jim doesn't follow her lead, she intentionally spills her wine all over her breasts. The waiter (Alec Medlock) stares in wide-eyed wonder, but Jim looks away. Awkward. I'm with the waiter, but not because of Robin's girls. Did you see that wine mostly bead up and roll off? What's that shirt made of? It's a miracle fabric! When Jim won't look at her, Robin lays it on thick. "Oh man. Look how filthy I am. I'm a filthy, filthy girl who would totally go to second base with a guy as a favor to a friend." The waiter scurries off. Jim refuses to look at her, so Robin leans in and starts pawing at herself. "Huh. You like that? Oooh. Oh. Dirty..." Jim interrupts. Thank goodness. I was afraid I was going to have to watch the rest of the episode from the hall. He's going to call Maggie and see what she's doing. Robin has a Marcia Marcia Marcia moment with Maggie's name and then tells Jim to give it a rest. "She's hanging out with Ted tonight." Jim's all, "Ted? What about David?" By now, Robin's dropped the act. She's trying to brush the wine off her clothing. "They broke up." Jim says, "Maggie's single?" Robin looks up. "That doesn't sound familiar." Too late. Jim's gone. It's too late for her blouse, too. I guess the fabric's not such a miracle after all. That stain is going to be a chienne to get out (but not the érotique kind). Luckily, the earnest, eager and oh-so young waiter returns, cloth in hand. "Can I help... wipe that off?" A beat. "Please?" Hee.