Wyatt Victory Party, 1:15 AM. Toby arrives and is congratulated on Andi's win, as well as on his impending fatherhood. He gets called "Papa." Aw. Toby wonders where Mama is. She's in the middle of the crowd, toasting the "great state of Maryland!" Toby runs up to her and tells her not to drink the champagne; she assures him, "It's ginger ale, crazy boy." Don't you think Toby's just going to be the cutest, fussiest dad ever? Cannot wait for May. I'm already ferklempt; I should be a right mess by then. Toby: "Yeah, okay...ginger ale can be bad according to the latest studies." Commissioned by Pepsi, I'll bet. Andi puts her arm around Toby and shouts, "My man got the President reelected tonight!" Everyone cheers and raises their glasses. Then Andi plants a big kiss on Toby. He puts his hand on her cheek while they kiss. And it's not a peck or quick smooch. She kisses him on the mouth. I am not making this up. People, I nearly fainted. Even rewatching this I can hardly believe it. I am dumsquizzled. All that "just kiss already!" stuff must work. It must be the new keyboard I got lost month. I wonder what else I can conjure up with my magical keyboard. Maybe if I type "peace on earth" a million times...? Anyway, Toby says, "That was very pleasant." Andi laughs.
Toby asks if they can talk for a second and leads Andi off the little platform they're on. She grabs a cracker or hors d'oeuvre or something as they go. Toby says she won with 85% of the vote. Andi says she doesn't really understand the 15%, but what the hell. Eighty-five percent? Wow. Hey, I love Andi, but who was she running against: a jive-talking robot? ["If there were more jive-talking robots, I might start watching again." -- Wing Chun] Toby: "As long as you scraped by with a win. Look, a...a statement." Andi says they've already been through this. Toby reminds her that Roll Call has the news of Andi's pregnancy, and that Toby and Andi have to deal with it. Andi says she doesn't. She starts to wander away. He says, "'Congresswoman Wyatt, are you pregnant?'" Andi: "'None of your business.'" She should say "none of your beeswax" because that's much more effective. Toby says she can't withhold that from her constituents. Andi: "That reminds me, did you hear the rumour that the President has multiple sclerosis and never told anyone?" Toby: "Yeah, did you hear the rumour that there was a Congressional investigation and it almost detonated his Presidency?" Andi can't believe Toby's worried about her: "I just won by 85%." Toby says he's not worried about her. She knows: he's worried about how it looks to have a senior counsellor fathering children out of wedlock. Toby: "Yeah, you know what? Single moms are a lot more sympathetic than deadbeat dads, so I wouldn't gallivant." Andi smiles, puts her hand up to Toby's cheek, and says, "You're not a deadbeat dad." She lets her hand rest on his shoulder; he reaches up and rests his hand on her upper arm. Toby: "I know that, and you know that, but if I can't protect my kids, their mom, and the President all at the same time, then I've gotta quit my job, so can you help me out?" Andi: "Yes." Toby: "You'll make a statement?" Andi: "No, but when they ask me who the father is, I won't tell them that, either." She wanders away again. Toby: "I'm the father!" Andi: "And of course, you're at your leisure to tell them that." Toby looks around quickly and asks, "Eighty-five percent of what kind of backward population votes for this woman?" Andi: "The good people of Maryland." She turns to the crowd and calls out, "Maryland!" They all raise their glasses and echo her. She smiles and flounces off. Toby drinks.
"Someone To Watch Over Me" is playing softly as Leo and Jordan dance on the portico. I am not making this up. Leo's giving Jordan the same kind of patter about voting results that Jed was feeding Abby. Did they get together beforehand and work out their strategies for getting laid? I'm just asking. Jordan's holding a single red rose. Leo twirls her. Jordan warns Leo gently, "If you walk me through every demographic, I think the night's not going to have the kind of happy ending you're hoping for." Leo smiles and says, "Got it. Good tip. Keep 'em coming." They snuggle closer as they dance. John Spencer has a fantastic smile. Jordan giggles softly. She suddenly says, "Colonel!" Leo: "Yessss, ma'am." Jordan means the guy standing between the curtains. Leo turns and looks about as thrilled to see him as Jed was to see Charlie and Sam. Less even: Leo knows this is likely to be a much bigger interruption. The Colonel asks if he has a second. Leo says he does. Inside, the Colonel tells Leo there's gunfire in Caracas, Merida, and Valencia. Oh, they're probably just firing shots of joy over the U.S. election results. Or, you know, not. The Colonel continues naming a bunch of bases where there's been movement. Leo: "What about GV?" The Colonel says they stopped broadcasting. They'll be ready to brief in fifteen minutes. Leo goes back to Jordan, swipes the back of his hand decisively under his nose, snorts a bit, hoists up his britches, and says, "Sorry, missy, there's some man's business I gots to attend to." Okay, he actually leans on the pillar and asks, "Can you hang around for a minute? There's about to be a coup in Venezuela." She's holding the rose up by her clavicle, looks at him all dreamy-eyed, and says, "Yeah."