Toby asks C.J. about the job interviews that must be pouring in, and she mentions both Hollis and Santos from earlier that day. Toby downplays Santos, but C.J. assures him that the offer was serious, and that he also offered Vinick the Secretary of State position. Toby laughs and smiles while still gaping, which I didn't realize could be done simultaneously, and seems duly impressed by that move. When he asks C.J. if she's going to accept, she waffles and tells him that it's "complicated," which she spells D-a-n-n-y. Toby admits that he heard about that, and laughs. She explains that she likes spending time with him, but that Danny is getting too serious; she insists, "I'm not ready to shape my life around a guy I've been with for a month -- that doesn't make sense!" To the chagrin of all Toby/C.J. shippers around the world, he decides to give her some truths about Danny, who is an old friend and not a recent bar hookup. C.J. insists that she's not resisting anything: "I'm not one of those women who can't handle a good thing when it's standing in front of them." Toby speaks volumes with his response: "Good." She demands to know why he doesn't sound convinced. When he begins to explain how her world is filled with tons of powerful men packing tons of testosterone, her hackles go up. Toby just goes on to point out that she didn't really need to date, what with all of the men on the staff, all of the male reporters, and now even Frank Hollis and Matt Santos flirting with her every day. "So, what?" she asks. "You think this is all some sort of Freudian temper tantrum?" Toby's response is not "You said it, not me." Instead, he points out, "You showed up here at eight o'clock at night with a bottle of wine, asking me about a pardon we both know is out of the question, telling me about a man who's crowding you. I think a lot of things."
Toby comes and sits across from C.J., very close, and she wryly asks if he thinks she just came over to take advantage of him. Toby: "I think you don't know why you came here. You're a woman with a lot of options. You're acting like the world's backing you into a corner bouncing from one thing to the next, from Bartlet to Santos to Danny to me...maybe you should stop bouncing, pick something. What do you want?" And like that, he pierced her to the core and she's left to admit that she wants "to learn how to make a chicken like that." "Stick a lemon up it and throw on some rosemary," Toby tells her. That's his next gig -- hosting on the Food Network -- with that personality. She also admits to a skiing fantasy, hampered only by her complete ignorance of the vocabulary necessary to begin. Both laugh, and their eyes shine. Toby: "I missed you." C.J. agrees: "Yeah. We had it good there for a while." He concurs, looks down, and tells her that she should leave. When she asks if he's kicking her out, he confirms it, and she doesn't fight him. With that one unspoken moment, the door closed on the possibility of the two of them, but their friendship was repaired in the nick of time. It seems to be a good trade, even if bittersweet. They hug, awkwardly but long and deep, and he seems to hesitate to let her go. After the door shuts, he watches her leave out the window, and the driver asks where they'll be going.