It always sort of lingers in the back of her mind whenever they’re caught in some suspiciously witty argument, and okay, fine, maybe she’s wondered once or twice what would happen if she called him a scruffy-looking nerf-herder. Just idly, though. It’s not like she fantasizes about it or anything. Because that would just be … sad. –der. Than she is already.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooo Liz Lemon.

“Why?” When she looks up again, it’s to discover that he’s smiling at her in that unmistakably smug kind of devious completely unattractive way he has. “Would you like a good kiss, Lemon?”

She scoffs. “What? No. Gross.”

“Yep,” he agrees after seeming to contemplate it for a moment. “Gross.”

Except then he takes a few steps closer and stares at her mouth for at least five seconds, and does that thing – that pre-kiss thing, with his eyes going from her mouth to her eyes and back a bunch of times, and even if she did know flower-slash-lawyer guy’s name, she would probably be forgetting it right about now.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo awesome.

I look forward to your inevitable "Fighting Irish" icon set :-)