A completely arbitrary observation: Robin makes the same face (a little smile, biting on the inside of her bottom lip) in this this first scene as she does right after Barney proposes, before she accepts. Could just be Cobie Smulders trying not to laugh, but I thought I'd share. Please enjoy!
A studious examination of her beer bottle. It takes every ounce of willpower not to smile.
"I went down there and checked her out for myself. Yeah. And while I was down there, I discovered that she has a secret. A terrible, terrible secret." He's insane. Extravagant. Outrageous. Eccentric. The good kind of crazy.
He told her the plan and she said it wouldn't work, but now she's not so sure. He weaves a tale like a tapestry, all deft hands and colorful misdirection. Eyes alight, oozing charisma. She knows the truth and still believes him.
"What? What is it?"
"Hold on. I gotta pee." The ghost of a smile, chewing the inside of her bottom lip to keep from laughing out loud. Endearing antics, the perfect antidote to a miserable day.
"Ok. I'm back." A casual turn to face her, leaning in. "What's going on at work?" The way he looks at her with those piercing eyes, as if she is the only person on Earth who matters. A meaningless ploy perfected with years of practice, but something inside her still melts into a puddle on the linoleum.
The phone rings. 3 AM. The voice on the other end slurred with sleep and champagne, vague fragments strung up in some semblance of a question. Crackling silence. No explanation. No exposition. Just three words. Thank you, Ted. A click. Delirious with exhaustion, stumbling, searching for a reason in the long, low tone of a line with no one listening.
A black tie hangs off the foot of the bed, red dress forgotten in a pile on the floor. A quiet moan. He glances down with half a soft smile. She's asleep, arms around him, head on his chest, legs tangled in his. A cascade of tousled curls obscure her face, lips parted in a sleepy smile. Somehow more beautiful than ever.
Her heartbeat a like a lullaby, slow and even, body radiating heat. Lost in the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing, in a peaceful, easy contentment. Because she said yes and she's finally his to keep. Forever. He skims her forehead with a kiss and lays his phone back on the nightstand.
She nuzzles his chest, mutters something unintelligible, and tightens her embrace. He brushes the hair from her eyes. Another gentle kiss and a silent prayer of thanks. She said no over and over and over again. If it weren't for Ted, he'd still believe that could never change. But he was wrong. And all those no's don't mean a thing because tonight, she said yes.