"It's the ‘Whitest Sneakers' award!"
A: Michael Scott.

Everybody applauds; Pam's shocked but overjoyed and drunk. "Because she always has the whitest tennis shoes on!" Jim claps crazily, louder than everyone else, as she walks onto the dance floor. "Get on down here! Pam Beesley, ladies and gentlemen!" Pam grabs his mic and he kind of giggles -- not very Pam, that -- as she gets her hysterical laughter under control, and tries to give her speech. Jim looks on, amused. In love.

"I have so many people to thank for this award! Okay, first off, my Keds! Because I couldn't have done it without them! Thank you. Let's give Michael a round of applause for emceeing tonight, because this is a lot harder than it looks! And also because of Dwight too!" Which is hilarious, but nobody claps for Dwight, even though that's not what she said. "Um, so finally, I want to thank God. Because God gave me this Dundie." Jim cocks his head, you know the look, but it's not like he's capable of shutting that grin down a decibel or two; not right now. "And I feel God in this Chili's tonight!"

Pam screams, and thrusts her Dundie into the air: "WHOOOOOO!" Michael again gives her a "Pam Beesley, ladies and gentleman," his own mind kind of blown, and she gives him a sweet peck on the cheek*.

Pam giggles and jogs back to her seat, where Jim is waiting by her pulled-out chair. (God, this boy.) They laugh, she cheers herself, he smiles, she throws her arms around him, he hugs her; she puts her lips to his. He kisses back, surprised. She continues to laugh, smiling brightly, and drops into her chair. Like it happens every day. There's a way in which it does. She sighs, giggles; he sits down beside her. He's got Little Orphan Annie eyes, maybe, a little bit.

Jim: "What a great year for The Dundies." And the look on his face -- you can imagine that for yourself.

(*And if this is Pam without anger, maybe we've never even seen this girl before.)