Coming back, we see Natalie and Jeremy watching a clip of the cricket match, featuring a guy "bowling" a ball towards a guy holding a -- shall we say -- "bat." Baffling! Natalie calls it a spectacular play, but Jeremy says she has no idea what she's talking about. "I'm a sports professional, gumdrop, and I happen to know a little something about the cricket stylings of New Guinea's Mr. Chutney St. Joan." Jeremy corrects her on the guy's name, and she changes the subject: "What are we doing tonight?" "Nothing," says Jeremy. "Dinner?" "No." "Late movie?" "No." "Wanna rent some porn?" Jeremy tries to explain to her that breaking up means they can't see each other. "I'm just trying to get over it," he says, meaning, I guess, getting over the problems he needs to settle before getting back together with Natalie. "No one's rushing you," she lies, as he leaves the editing room. Then she rushes after him. "Are you over it yet?" she says. "Natalie..." he says. "How 'bout now?" she says.
Dan shows up with a wrapped gift for Rebecca. He tells Jeremy and Natalie that it's an "antique" abacus. Notice that Jeremy isn't so troubled by all his problems that he can't take a moment to snarkily say, "Probably the only kind there are." Dan seems nervous as he explains that Rebecca will like it because she's a market analyst and works with numbers. Natalie helpfully tells Dan that if Rebecca opens up a chequing account at a nearby bank, she can get a free calculator. Dan explains that he's not sitting on the sidelines anymore; he's getting in the game. "If Steve Sisko wants his wife back, the road goes through me," he says. "I love it!" says Natalie. But then Dan starts to doubt himself. In a matter of seconds, he goes from Mr. Happy Guy to Mr. Crazy Guy, and isn't sure an antique abacus is such a great gift. Natalie tries to shore up his confidence. Finally, Dan straightens up. "Honesty and directness are the keys. I love her; it's that simple. Honesty will win the day." Dan is so dead. He walks off. Natalie watches him go, then turns to Jeremy: "I'm talking about really good porn." Jeremy's a much stronger man than I am. I have a hard time going more than a day without a Coke; Jeremy here has given up his hot girlfriend who dances for him and likes to rent porn. His picture must be displayed for inspiration in Buddhist monasteries. After a final "Natalie..." from Jeremy, she seems to realize that maybe, just maybe, he's really not interested in discussing it. "Let's work," she says, and they head back to the editing room.