A big heart-shaped cookie has been stashed into the B9 slot of the vending machine. Erin buys it and reads a clue stuck to the back about a kiss, and apparently thinks she's supposed to kiss Andy now. Not that she's upset about it. By a heroic effort of will, Andy looks behind Erin and sees Gabe is blowing a kiss at her through the glass. Andy makes a discreet exit, not wanting to be a fifth wheel and also probably wanting to get back to his desk before someone notices what I'm sure is a giant erection. Erin watches him go with an unfamiliar expression on her face. We don't often see her thinking.

Michael goes to Holly's desk and tells her he loves her and they should break up now. Holly's not having that; in fact, she says their future doesn't have to be up to the company. "What we are is up to you and me." And it only took them how many years to figure that out?

Michael and Holly return to the bullpen to announce that they're moving in together, and that there will be no more PDA in the office because they'll be having sex at home. He tweaks Oscar a little bit, like Oscar wanted them to break up or something, and Oscar takes the high road by telling them to go ahead and kiss now. While they do, Kevin keeps mocking Oscar. The speed bump on the high road.

Pam and Jim come back from somewhere, adjusting their clothes. "We took a walk," they claim. Yeah, I think they found the bottom after all.

Dwight explains his perfect Valentine's day. "I'm at home, three cell phones in front of me, fielding desperate calls from people who want to buy one of the fifty restaurant reservations I made over six months ago." Sounds like a very romantic August. Ryan says anyone can be Prince Charming one day a year, but what's really great is when someone can do that no days a year. After some thoughts from Kelly and Kevin, Michael and Holly have clearly been asked about their plans for the night. Holly imitates the noise of squeaking bedsprings. Glad they're keeping it classy in the office now.

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