He was getting used to the pet name now, as much as it had irked him at first. An all powerful sorcerer reduced to the name of an Americanized Mexican food. It was just a little degrading until he didn't care anymore. Now it was something only she would be allowed to say and not in front of others. He pulled out her chair for her and waited for her to sit before sliding it underneath and then took his own seat after he shed his jacket. "It's supposed to be a date. Shouldn't I make every effort to make this romantic?"
The owner's wife stepped out of the kitchen with two menus while her husband brought out a bottle of their most expensive vintage for the two of them. The couple were very sweet and attentive, taking their order and what not.