Mary Jane smiled at Peter quite openly and freely, though in the back of her mind, her thoughts were similar to his own. It was something she probably would never be able to fully get out of her head, but as long as those worries never came to fruition, it didn't really matter, and they could both enjoy themselves.
"I would've cooked, but I don't know if the meal would've been as good as something a professional could make," she told him with a chuckle. "You deserve something edible. And Italian sounds great. Do you know of any places we could go? Or should we play a game of Eeny Meeny Miney Mo?"