...and then later, everyone has calmed down and the Pryces are having a pub lunch in a booth with the hugger from earlier, who looks even more of a casting-agency Englishman than Jared Harris and his wife. After some talk between the wives about their husbands' relative love of soccer, the other chap (we'll come to know his name is "Edwin Baker") tells Lane he's not sure if he caught it in all the din, but is Lane an account man at his firm? Lane says no, he's the financial chief, so Hunt tells him to have one give him a call. You'd think a situation like this would be easily anticipated and, as such, Lane would know the protocol, but instead of following the lesson that even Don had to learn the hard way, which is to let account people handle account activity, Lane protests that his name is on the door. The wives chat a bit about how much they love New York, with Mrs. Hunt expressing the wish to retire to a lovely Eastern farm at some point. Hunt adds that it's her dream to raise hogs and given how early we are, it's probably premature to make a joke about her marriage being good training, but I have to take what's given to me. Also, as my great friend Ali Arikan pointed out, this entire scene doesn't much resemble how Brits would celebrate a World Cup win, but there are some things you can't show on unrestricted television even at ten o'clock at night.
Peggy's sitting at the counter in a coffee shop (haha, remember those?) when she spies Ken walking by her with an elderly gentleman in tow. Peggy greets him warmly, but he's not his usual gregarious self with her, acting vaguely like she's an old girlfriend he doesn't want to introduce to his current date. Peggy's obviously offended by his uncharacteristic standoffishness, so Ken makes an excuse about how it's Cynthia's uncle and he's "painfully shy" and whatever the guy thinks is going on, it did seem a bit rude for him to look at Ken impatiently and repair to a table without even acknowledging Peggy's existence, but anyway. Ken awkwardly heads off as well, leaving Peggy with her trademark face that looks like she just swallowed barium.