Peggy brings Bobbie some coffee, and tells her that she's enjoying the company and that her eye has improved. Some talk about makeup leads to Bobbie mentioning she used to be a dancer, and that she met a lot of interesting people during that time. How interesting they were probably depends on exactly what kind of dancing she was doing, but we'll leave that question for another occasion. Bobbie asks if Peggy has a boyfriend, and when she says no, asks if Peggy's in love with Don. Peggy flatly says no, so Bobbie opines that it's not a ridiculous question, and reiterates it. Peggy: "It's a personal question. And I've already answered you." I'd suggest giving her drugs to loosen her tongue if that had, you know, worked. Bobbie then inquires if Peggy isn't going to ask if Bobbie's in love with Don, but Peggy says it's none of her business. Peggy starts to withdraw into her bedroom, but Bobbie tells her she likes the place. "It takes me back." You'd think this would be the cue to head into another flashback, but this show does so hate being on the nose.
Several SC males are using the filing cabinets and lingering in Jane's vicinity with all the subtlety of...well, it's hard to find a superlative that tops SC males in this particular instance. Joan appears and puts paid to the ogling: "Unless one of you needs help finding a dead client file, I suggest you pitch your tents elsewhere." Hee. They disperse, and Joan chides Jane for her "décolletage," saying that the office prides itself on professional decorum. It's less likely Joan actually believes this and more likely that she doesn't want anyone reminding her of the halcyon days of yore when she was the Marilyn of the office, but regardless, Jane apologizes and covers up. Once Joan's gone, Ken comes up to Jane and says he has some important talent coming in the next day to see Don -- somebody famous. He rather solicitously tells her he just wanted her to be aware of that, but is bummed when she's all business about it, noting that he's down in the book with Jimmy Barrett. Ken soldiers on, however, and asks if she'd like to go see him sometime. She does not look too into the idea, but is spared having to respond when Freddy comes rushing out of his office and pulls his zipper up and down to the tempo of a very famous part of Mozart's Einekleine Nachtmusik. Well, as sexual harassment goes, it's at least pretty upscale. Jane and Ken have the same "..." reaction, so good news for him that they have something in common, I guess.