Peter couldn't help but smile at that. "I think I'd be happy with anything that you can whip up," Peter told her. "But I think it's better this way. Now we can both relax while someone slaves away over a hot stove for us. It sounds like a good plan to me." He glanced around the street that they were headed down and ran through a list of considerable restaurants.
"Well, I haven't eaten out much since I got here," Peter said honestly. "But I do know a place that's got this great chicken marsala and I'm kinda craving it now that I think about it. We can try there?" It was a decent place.