A member of the wait staff wheels in a cart of goodies for POTUS and FLOTUS. Jed takes it the rest of the way into the room and says, "As you can see, we've moved on to the caviar course." Abby's curled up on the sofa, still in the pyjama shirt, but with two large throw cushions over her lap to sort of conceal her legs from the waiter. Good luck; you'd need more than two cushions to keep his eyes off those legs. Abby tosses the cushions aside and says, "I love caviar." Jed knows she does. He hands her a glass, adding, "Stoli Cristal. The most elegant of vodkas." I'm slightly concerned for him with the MS and the drinking, but at least he's not smoking. Abby flings her foot up in the air as she energetically crosses her legs, and I see that she's wearing red high heels. Her hair doesn't look too bad; it's kind of soft and loose. Jed says, "The caviar itself is a product of my advice at the Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species. We passed a much more stringent bill against the poaching of Caspian Sea sturgeons." The nerd hot talk just doesn't stop. If he starts talking about the Senate Judiciary Committee, you'll have to hold me back. Abby asks, "This is Oklahoma caviar?" Hee. Jed: "California white sturgeon from the Stillman Sea Farm in Elverta. Only the best." Abby: "Stop! It's getting hot in here!" Well, hotter than Sparky's office. Jed: "Oh, I think you're going to find..."