"I wonder who this will be," Mindy sing songs playfully, pulling the slip of paper from the bedpan Betsy holds before her. On the slip PETER is written in black ballpoint pen. Except the 'T' has actually been drawn as an upside down penis and testicles.
"Ugh," Mindy gags. "Whose dumb idea was it to do Secret Santa anyway," she asks dropping her sweet tone from before entirely.
"Yours," Danny deadpans without looking up from the file he's been looking over at reception.
"Right," Mindy pushes on, "my bad idea. So why don't we all just forget about it. Secret Santa's cancelled everyone," she yells loudly so that everyone can hear.
"Nah. No way," Danny counters dropping his file dramatically on the counter to more fully engage in an argument with her. "It's not cancelled everyone, Secret Santa's not cancelled." Morgan and Betsy exchange confused looks behind reception. "Which is it Dr. L?" Betsy asks meekly.
"What the hell, Danny?" she whines. "Now you're just trying to be contrary. You hate Secret Santa more than anyone. What happened to 'I didn't spend 12 years of my life working to be a doctor so I could waste my hard earned money on knick knacks for you morons,'" she asks in a ridiculously over the top New York accent.
"Okay. First off, I don't talk like that," he responds stepping further into personal space than is strictly necessary. "You kinda do," says Morgan from the sidelines where he and Betsy have been raptly watching the exchange. "What? You do!" Morgan insists as Danny fixes him with a particularly hard stare.
"Secondly," Danny continues, eyes still on Morgan before whirling back to Mindy, "this isn't about the merits of Secret Santa. This is about you changing your mind cause you didn't like who you picked."
He's got her there, but like hell she's going to admit it. "And you only want to do it all of sudden because you like who you picked," she bites with another step in his direction. The two are inches apart from one another now, almost uncomfortably close, but neither seems to notice. "I bet you got Betsy," she continues without bothering to lower her voice. "God, she's so easy. You can just get her one of those creepy little figurines she likes so much."
"I do," Betsy agrees earnestly oblivious as ever. "My Nana always gets me the holiday edition. But for Easter." She continues, "You know, so it's on sale."
Mindy spares a confused look at the receptionist as if she's just realized Betsy's there, so that she misses the slight blush that rises on Danny's cheeks. Looking back at Danny's face, handsome features set in determination, she decides she isn't going to win this round.
"Okay fine, Castellano. You win. Secret Santa's back on everyone!" She yells angrily. "Merry freakin' Christmas!" And with that she marches into her office without another glance slamming her door behind her.
"Alright, back to work everybody," she hears Danny call out in the common area. "Show's over."