Toby chuckles softly to himself and puts his fingers to his lips. Andi looks at him defiantly. Toby: "You're not trying to avoid a fight." Andi: "Nope." Toby: "You're looking for one. You're sniffing around for a fight." Andi: "Yes." Toby: "Not sniffing around for one as much as...trying to create one. Trying to create trouble where none existed." Andi smiles and says yes. Well, I don't quite get it; if I'd been trying for years to get pregnant and finally did and was carrying twins in what almost certainly has to be a high-risk pregnancy, and I had a high-profile public position, I don't think I'd go looking for this kind of trouble. I'm just saying. Toby: "Well...I can admire that." He kind of screws up his face and puts his chin in his hand and studies her. So cute. She asks if he's told the Bartlets. Toby says he hasn't. Given how many people must know around the West Wing, I can't believe Charlie hasn't caught wind of it and tipped off Jed. In fact, I can't quite believe they've managed to keep it quiet in that last few days between their time at the debate camp and the election; wouldn't Writchie's people have loved to have this to bat around? Andi asks why he hasn't told them. Toby sighs and says, "I came up with a plan to tell them apart in the initial months." Andi says she's thinking she'll dress them differently. Toby: "I was going to hang little signs around their necks." Andi laughs adorably. She asks again why he hasn't told the Bartlets. Toby doesn't know.
Back at the party, Bruno's still occupied with putting the "creep" in CREEP. He's talking to another very shapely woman in a low cut, strappy black dress, She's got long brown hair. She's saying something about how the biggest lies are told after sex, but before something else...that she can't remember. Bruno: "Well, I think it's helpful if lies come before sex. But: 'The biggest lies come after the hunt, before marriage, and during elections.'" The woman says, "Mark Twain?" Bruno: "Nice to meet you. Bruno Gianelli." She laughs. How much has she had to drink? She says, "You're funny. Does winning make you funny?" Bruno: "Losing makes you funny. Winning makes you handsome." Oy. Can we go back to Sparky and Miss Nosy Parker? She says, "Well. You must win a lot." Seriously, I am not making this up. C.J. arrives again and drags Bruno away. When they reach the door, Bruno says, "I am...I am just going to kill you." C.J. glances at Bruno's prey and says with sincerity, "She seems nice." Bruno informs her: "That's the brunette named Annette." C.J. "Wouldn't you just give anything if she was from Tibet?" Bruno: "I'm actually fine with her being from Philadelphia, so please state your business." C.J.'s still on a mission to cut Whitaker off at the knees. Bruno tries to talk her down. C.J.: "I know how to do this! I can end a process story and correct the record at the same time!" Bruno says, "Look at me. We won. It's over." C.J. looks at him with a mixture of vexation and something I can't seem to attribute to anything other than a slight bit of fondness, though it kills me even to type this. She makes one last stab at convincing Bruno he should care about getting the credit he deserves for his part in the success of the campaign. Bruno: "It helps when you cook with the right food. But at midnight, my contract with Bartlet for America expired. I'm taxpayer now, and I'm telling you, I've got bigger problems than who gets credit for a win, and I'd rather the White House not spend time on it." C.J. listens with evident amusement. She shrugs and says okay, and adds: "Hey, if you want to come back to my office, there's an actual still." He says he'll be there. As she leaves, he says, "Speaking of credit...nice win." She just smiles.