C.J. keeps talking as she and Josh enter her office, while he looks around. She calls him out on mentally rearranging the furniture already. It's nice to see C.J. in her office during daylight hours, which I didn't consciously realize was unusual until I wondered what room they'd just walked into that looked so light and airy. They sit down and discuss tickets to the inauguration. Josh wants more, but C.J. finally agrees only to some, and so he tries to tell her that the "future trumps the past." She continues, going over all of the logistics, including my favorite plan: "Should one of the three-hundred-eighty-nine horses keel over, there'll be a team of veterinarians and a forklift standing by." "'Forklift'?" Josh asks. "Which should be a lovely sight for the children in the crowd." C.J. can deliver that line with just the right amount of delight. Josh adds, "We should have the Supreme Court in clown makeup in case we have to send them in." Best. Inauguration. Ever.
C.J. finishes up and stands, and Josh conversationally mentions his efforts to recruit Sam, which draws her comment that he's "getting the band back together." Josh adds, "Goes without saying. Any job you want." C.J. laughs, but Josh assures her that he's serious. He asks whether they should talk about it, but she brushes it off somewhat uncertainly: "I have no idea. No." She seems flustered, and honored, but somewhat sure of her negative answer. Josh promises to ask again. As he leaves, C.J. casually asks whether Santos has said anything about Kazakhstan, and Josh just reports Santos's reservations about it. She remarks, "I assume it goes without saying that the President expects the President-Elect to keep whatever reservations he has about this policy to himself during the transition?" She's smiling, but the steel behind her words is totally evident. "Goes without saying," Josh says, smiling, but they both seem a bit tenser than they were five seconds earlier.
Donna's on the phone not speculating about the Vice-Presidency, charming but firm. Her phone chirps, and she ends the call with "If you'll excuse me, I have someone else to equally exasperate on the other line." I'd guess that the new caller is Santos, based on her "Yes sir, of course."
Donna gets up and heads to Santos's office. He has called Donna in to ask whether Josh seems okay to her, and I swear he knows something's up. Donna is taken aback a second, but recovers nicely, joking about Josh's recent zombie look. Santos wants him to relax, and asks, genuinely concerned, "Is he seeing anybody? Is he having any...fun?" Her poker face could use some work: she's sporting a deer-in-the-headlights look: "Sir?" Santos apologizes for the question, and she assures him that everything will be okay. He finishes up by adding, "Don't tell him I asked," and you can tell how genuinely concerned he is for someone who means a lot to him. Add it to the warm and fuzzy count this hour.
C.J. and Nancy enter the Oval, and get a nifty factoid about the number of diplomats in Germany and India. (The same, if you're wondering, though the populations are so disparate.) Nancy reports that they monitored Santos's call with the Chinese President, and C.J. says that this is going to be unpleasant news.