Shenanigans!

[phaselocknroll]

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[nostalgiabomb]

Maybe later in the night.

-- I'm glad you shot that down, though. I have no idea what I would've said if you were up for it.

[phaselocknroll]

"Oh no, look at the time I think I left a pie in the oven"?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He laughs again. ]

Huh, alright. Definitely using that for next time.

[phaselocknroll]

[ She's learning that she likes to hear him laugh, and she grins ]

I am a master of non-awkward ways to get out of uncomfortable situations.

[nostalgiabomb]

And, apparently, someone who thinks I'm the kinda person who bakes pies. Which is kinda flattering, seeing as how the best thing I can do in a kitchen is boil water.

[phaselocknroll]

Join the club. I'm shit a baking, but I can make a mean salad, let me tell you.

[nostalgiabomb]

Yeah? And I can heat up bread. That's, like, half an actual meal, right there.

[phaselocknroll]

Hmm. How are your sandwich skills?

[nostalgiabomb]

Decent. It's pretty nuts, the way I can spread peanut butter.

[phaselocknroll]

Ignoring the pun, I think if we really had to, we could make an actual lunch.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ His smile spreads slowly. ]

We already figuring out date number two? We've barely even started our first one.

[phaselocknroll]

Goodness no. Peanut butter sandwiches should be reserved for third dates or later, for sure.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He grins at that. ]

Oh, wow, I had no idea you were that old fashioned. When do we introduce jelly? Like, five months from now?

[phaselocknroll]

Oh my gosh. You can't just say jelly.

I am a lady.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He claps a hand over his mouth, and lets out a muffled, ]

Shit. Sorry.

[phaselocknroll]

[ she tries so very hard to look stern, but she breaks out into a grin anyway ]

Speaking of food, what's for dinner?

[nostalgiabomb]

I was thinkin' we could try this pizza place that just opened nearby, if you were up for it. Otherwise, I dunno. McDonald's? Or is that too fancy.

[phaselocknroll]

Careful Peter, or you'll spoil me.

Pizza sounds fine.

[nostalgiabomb]

Hey, I wanna make sure I make a good impression on the first date, right? But cool, pizza it is, then.

[phaselocknroll]

I think you made a good impression when you agreed that Die Hard was a Christmas movie.

[nostalgiabomb]

I'm pretty sure that's already scientifically proven, like how the Earth revolves around the sun.

[phaselocknroll]

I know a few nuns who might disagree.

[nostalgiabomb]

Eh, what do they know? Anyone who doesn't think dinosaurs or cavemen are a thing are joyless people I don't wanna hang out with.

[phaselocknroll]

Now there's a philosophy to live by.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ The pizza place is busy, word-of-mouth having done its business wonders. The food is good, the drinks are decent, and by the time they're done and Peter's paid their bill, most of Peter's worries that the night would end in disaster are gone.

(There's still always that chance, though; Peter's pulled off worse catastrophes in shorter amounts of time, but perhaps it's better not to dwell on that, hm?)

In any case, Maya's smart, which he knew would be the case, but not in a snobby way like Peter was afraid she would be, or in a way that would make it impossible for him to keep up. She's intelligent and funny and gorgeous, and Peter thinks he might be a little bit in love already. ]

So, movie time. Last chance on Fifty Shades.