[He pockets the ticket, and it occurs to Peck, all at once, that he has no idea what he's supposed to do now. What's the social etiquette for receiving a ticket from a complete stranger one meets on the internet? Is he expected to invite this man into his home, or should he just- close the door on him now? He should've just agreed to meet him at the stadium. This is getting awkward. He glances nervously into his apartment, as if he's expecting to find an answer there.
The rest of what he has to say is bizarrely stilted, in a way that can really only be matched by Egon.]
Well. I suppose I'll see you at the game. Tomorrow.
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[He pockets the ticket, and it occurs to Peck, all at once, that he has no idea what he's supposed to do now. What's the social etiquette for receiving a ticket from a complete stranger one meets on the internet? Is he expected to invite this man into his home, or should he just- close the door on him now? He should've just agreed to meet him at the stadium. This is getting awkward. He glances nervously into his apartment, as if he's expecting to find an answer there.
The rest of what he has to say is bizarrely stilted, in a way that can really only be matched by Egon.]
Well. I suppose I'll see you at the game. Tomorrow.