7:45 PM. Toby enters C.J.'s office, closes the door, and sits down. There's a big head of cabbage on the desk with a heart-shaped piece of pink paper stuck in it. From Felipe, or a joke between C.J. and Carol? Toby sees the cabbage and bursts out laughing, turning it to read the note as he asks what it is. C.J.: "Oh, it's just some guy at the Argentine Embassy who apparently wants to make me a salad." I wonder how Gail feels about sharing the limelight with Brassica oleracea capitata. (Yeah, Gail's a pompous old nerd, just like POTUS.) Toby pretends not to be deeply jealous and just says, "Huh." Then he says, "Sorry about the baby story." C.J. says it's okay: "Here we are, senior advisors to the President, commissioned officers of the federal government. Life's not perfect, but why does anyone think we don't live in a world we construct?" Toby smiles and asks if she had any luck with Polk. She says she didn't. He says he may have an announcement for her that will knock Polk out of the water. C.J. wants to know what it is. Toby: "Let me get the wording straight." I suggest: "I quit, you pompous old nerd." Or you could go another way: "Gratias tibi ago, domine. Yes, I lied. It was a sin. I've committed many sins. Have I displeased you, you feckless thug? The State of the Union, that wasn't good? Got you elected twice, eaten bowls of weeds, can name the fourteen standard punctuation marks of English grammar, kept Mendoza out of jail, I'm smiling on the inside, I've sired two babies with hats. That's not enough to buy me out of the doghouse? Haec credam a deo pio? A deo iusto, a deo scito? Cruciatus in crucem. Tuus in terra servus, nuntius fui. Officium perfeci. Cruciatus in crucem. Eas in crucem! You get Marina!"