Don, tucking Sally in, asks if she doesn't want to call her mother or her brothers, but Sally tells them that as it's nine-thirty, they're asleep, and either she's calling Betty super-boring or she's saying that wanting to talk to her is beyond the realm of possibility; either way, I'd anticipate a scene tomorrow even if I hadn't seen the episode already. Pursuant to that, Sally tells Don she loves him so much and wants to live with him all the time, and Don at least tries to employ logic, pointing out that she'd need a place to go to school, and what about her friends and her brothers? Sally considers this for a moment and then says they could live there too and she'd take care of them, which is really touching, as long as she's just talking about the brothers and not twenty of her snot-nosed friends. Don tells her to go to sleep, but whether he knows it or not, this conversation isn't done. After he leaves her, he goes to write in his journal, but finds he has nothing to say, and after the day he's had it's hardly surprising.
In the morning, Don, wearing white pajamas that I don't have to tell you he fills out rather nicely, gets out of bed to find that Sally has made both of them French toast. Don mildly chastises her for using the stove, but she breezes that she does it all the time, and she learned how from Carla. However, as it turns out, Sally inadvertently put a spin on it that churchgoer Carla would never do by mistakenly making it with rum instead of Mrs. Butterworth's, but when Sally asks if it's bad, he replies, "Not really!" Heh. Sally Draper: Bringing a new meaning to "on the sauce." Don tells her to get dressed and they'll go to the office, but Sally asks if they can't do something together, so Don tells her he'll push everything back to noon and they'll go to the Central Park Zoo. Aw. I mean, I'd rather he take the whole day off and go to the Bronx version, but this will do just fine.