Pryce comes in to tell Don how wonderfully charming Betty is and how much she lifted Rebecca's spirits. Don's lifetime of practice at lying once again comes in handy as he agrees that they really hit it off, and then Pryce continues that he'd like Don to go make nice with the MSG people, with Roger in tow. Don is roughly as thrilled about this as he is about the family coming to visit, but he also has as little choice, so he tells Pryce to have Pete send over the folder. Hopefully Pete will remember to remove any traces of all the times he doodled "Mr. Peter Draper" inside.
A gaggle of giggling kids (I think it's Sally, Bobby, and two girls who must belong to William and Judy) cause me to reach for the Excedrin before they thankfully head upstairs, leaving Betty to offer the lunch she fixed. However, Gene, starting to distribute the contents of a paper bag, says they went to "Pat's Steaks," and he even got Gloria a chicken parm. William: "Great. We'll mail it to her." Heh. Betty looks askance at him, but William is unfazed, loudly announcing that Gloria's in Boca and isn't coming back before opining to Betty that Gene understands and is just playing it up. Betty asks her dad how the drive was, and he basically says that since they took "the Lincoln," it was awesome. Betty smiles, but when Judy offers to serve his food to him, her face falls, all, "He's my daddy and you can't have him!" I'd be a lot more interested in the sandwich.
Peggy exits a meeting and pauses to take note of Joan holding court in front of a group of men; she tells a joke about riding the crowded subway, and the guys laugh uproariously. Peggy observes this, possibly wondering how she's having such trouble breaking into the world of men when they're all such idiots. However, after she observes them watch Joan go like their necks are all attached to the same string, she allows a sly smile to cross her face. Again, I'm not quite getting it -- Joan's always been popular with men in a very stylish and sophisticated way, so for Peggy to take an offhand comment from her as the inspiration to suddenly start acting like Ann-Margret seems rather forced, and it's not like some light flirtation on Joan's part gives much insight into her relative capacity for change either. Still: More Joan and Peggy, please.