Danny starts to tell C.J., "Are you telling me this doesn't have anything to do with..." but then POTUS is ready for C.J. and she's called in. He asks her, "What's doing, Claudia Jean?" which is pretty good for a guy who took his whole campaign to learn that her name was C.J. She explains the plight of Danny's request. Jed's into it. She doesn't think it's a good idea and cites the editorials, which Jed casually dismisses as "way off-base," although he admits that the second one wasn't, so much. He felt the other three were silly, and the fourth was mean-spirited. C.J. wants to send them a message. But Jed's all about the love. She thinks they need a wake-up call. He says it's going to look petty and petulant. He asks, "You know why? Because it's petty and petulant." She points out that nobody elected this newspaper, and certainly not the forty-eight million people who put him into office. Jed says that not having to run for office tends to help with honesty and decisiveness. He asks Charlie to send Danny in. She insists that POTUS has to send the Post a message. He firmly says, "I really don't, C.J." He takes off his glasses and asks her, "Is this personal?" She pretends not to know what that's about. Jed says, "I hear things. I don't understand most of it, but I hear it." You and me both, pal. She assures him that it's not personal. Jed says, "He's a great reporter and you're a great press secretary and that's why it wasn't going to work as long as the two of you had those jobs." She quietly tries to respond to this, but Danny's come in. Jed launches in: "Danny, I think you guys have had your heads up your asses for the last few weeks. I hope you don't mind me saying so." Danny says of course he doesn't. Jed continues, "Not only that, but I think you've been trying to bait me, which is a waste of time, paper, and ink. I'm, like, fifty times smarter than any of you will ever hope to be. I've got an election to win in two years, and I'm not about to alienate The Washington Post." Danny sharply says, "Yes, sir." Jed concludes: "I'll tell you what I will do, though: I'm cancelling our subscription." C.J. chimes in, claiming that that's an excellent idea: "The White House buys eleven hundred copies of the Post every day. Cancelling our subscription should send a message loud and clear." Jed clarifies that he meant his and Abby's subscription: "I'll borrow a copy from somebody." He throws on his coat, saying as he leaves that C.J. will give him all the access he wants. C.J. and Danny are left to stare at each other. He starts to walk out, saying that he's gotta tell Circulation that they lost $32.95. Um, that can't be the yearly cost of a subscription and I wouldn't think he'd quote the monthly amount. ["Maybe they get a volume discount since it's one subscription among eleven hundred?" -- Wing Chun] Whatever. C.J. says that she knows about the job offer. Huh? She adds that she's known about it for a couple of days. It turns out he was offered a job as an editor, but he doesn't think he's going to take it. He says he's a White House reporter. C.J. just thought that by taking a job outside the Press Room...Danny interjects that he has no problem with a reporter dating a press secretary. She gently says that she does have a problem with it. He says, kind of coldly, that he'll see her later, and leaves her standing there in the Oval Office, looking lonely. I run right out and order a big flashing neon sign to place over Toby's lovely head. C.J.'s wearing a knee-length skirt with today's suit, whereas she usually wears pants. She doesn't look entirely comfortable in this. She always looks comfortable in pants, and even in formal gowns and longish skirts. But not this. ["I thought so, too. I think it was the flats." -- Wing Chun]