I’m rewatching Parks because the return of B99 and TGP (and finishing my annual rewatch of all 20 seasons of Law & Order, natch) put me in a Nice People Trying Hard And Being Friends Shows! mood, and oh my god the way Leslie says, “Wait... you’re Benji Wyatt?” in 2x23 makes me clutch my face because I want an entire spin-off show about teenage Leslie having a huge newspaper-articles crush on the youngest mayor of Partridge, MN and their constant brushes with almost meeting each other as they circle the Midwest doing Model UN and 97 other extracurriculars. I want teen Leslie to have written him an Avon Sweet Honesty-spritzed consolation letter of support after Ice Town. I want Leslie sighing “Benji Wyatt...” dreamily to herself after she puts on her orthodontic headgear and bids goodnight to her Geraldine Ferraro poster. I want an aching 20 years of slow-burn between their half-forgotten makeout during a board game party at Speech Team Regionals and meeting again in Pawnee in their ‘30s, where the audience knows that they’re always so close to finding each other but haven’t yet.