Michael meets a full-service concierge

Just when you thought "The Office" had explored every possible Dunder-Mifflin permutation of a romantic relationship, we realize that there's still one great love out there. How did we not see the potential blooming of an Andy-Oscar "bromance" before Thursday night?

This is a relationship worth rooting for.

Maybe they can't compete with Jim and Pam on the cuteness scale, and maybe it's the Long Island Teas talking and the anything-can-happen vibe generated by a sales trip to Winnipeg, but those guys have a chemistry worth exploring.

Kudos to everyone's favorite sneaky hot receptionist for ending her flirtation with New York City and design school to return to Scranton. It would have been unfair to make Creed and Kevin wait another 12 weeks to ogle Pam from her perch at the receptionist's desk. And Jim would have kept subjecting everyone with the glassy puppy-dog eyes of sadness, we guess, if Pam didn't surprise him with her unexpected return to home base.

Just in time for Pam to run some copies for Dwight, who didn't mind breaking up her reunion kiss with Jim. At least he had the decency not to bring up again his quibbles with the curious shadows in her building sketch hanging inside the office. ("What, are there two suns?" Dwight cracks. "Uh, last I checked, that's not an office building in the Andromeda galaxy.")

Jim and Pam's reunion offers a stark contrast to Michael's continued heartache over the loss of Holly. Sure, he got to ride in business class to Winnipeg to close a two-year deal with a shaky client. Plus, he hooked up with the hotel concierge. That's no mean feat, even if a concierge is the Winnipeg equivalent of a geisha, according to Michael.

But when his boss David Wallace calls to congratulate Michael for winning over the Winnipeg client, Michael mans up and complains to him about Holly's banishment to New Hampshire. It wasn't Humphrey Bogart in "Casablanca," but Michael's "You knew I liked her. That was a sucky thing to do" rant got the point across.

Cheer up, Michael, you could be Ryan the temp, who inexplicably sets out to woo Kelly again with a set of one-armed pushups. In no time, Kelly forgets all about Darryl and is groping Ryan. She proves all too eager to hit the "send" button on the breakup text message Ryan has helpfully typed out for her.

Best scene of the night: the sight of Darryl leaving the warehouse with a spring in his step after welcoming Kelly's escape hatch from that relationship. Eventually, Ryan is sunk by the realization that Darryl is free and he is stuck with Kelly. Denial leads to acceptance, as Ryan admits, "I realized that, for whatever reason, I just couldn't do better than Kelly." And he wasn't saying that with a smile on his face.

So Michael remains heartbroken, Ryan has fallen into the same Kelly trap and Angela is busy taking advantage of Andy's trip to Winnipeg to engage in monkey love with Dwight the beet farmer/art critic.

Maybe Andy's true love is still in accounting, only it's Oscar. It starts with Andy serving as the improbable wingman, asking two guys in a Winnipeg bar to rate Oscar's hotness on a scale of 1 to 10. His gaydar is a bit off, even if Andy thinks he is talking to "Dainty Dale" and "Foppy McGee," but Oscar appreciates the effort.

He challenges Andy to explain how he could stand Angela and a life of kitten calendars.

"I see through a hard exterior to a little jelly in the middle," Andy offers.

But when he confides to Oscar that Angela has yet to offer him the same access to her jelly middle that Dwight apparently has, Andy picks up the cell phone for a drunk dial. The conversation doesn't go well, with Dwight audible on the other end as Andy declares that he wants to take Angela to "sex school."

Sure enough, unknowingly interrupting Angela's class with Dwight leads to her bumping Andy back to first-base status. And with Angela, that means you're limited to kissing her forehead.

Forget first base with Angela. Andy may have better luck graduating from the Wing Man for Life's handshake with Oscar to something else.