"That sounds like Peggy's sort of party," he says. "Maybe I should put you in charge of the planning."

Peggy probably doesn't care who plans the party, just as long as there are no ostentatious sex toys present, like the box this Tony had sent to her. Karen would never do that to her and John certainly has no interest in buying anything like that either. Certainly not for a party anyway.

The elevator doors slide open on his floor -- soon to no longer be his floor -- and John heads for his apartment for the last little bit. "I was thinking we would do something like that. Something relaxed."