"I'm sure whatever you come up with is going to be awesome. So long as it's not Mrs. Buble." Pansy said, giving him a grin. She nudged his arm with his elbow, playfully. "Maybe I was trying to flirt with you, but that doesn't mean it's not true." She added, then let him pop around the car to let her out.
"I dunno, I doubt I'd mind Mr. Sappy so much," she didn't get a lot of sappy. She got Mr. Gruff, Mr. Sexy, Mr. Friends-with-Benefits... but she rarely got Mr. Romantic.
She walked with him along the car, then up onto the sidewalk between the parking lot and the building, and led him to the front door. Her hand swung down between them and took hold of his. "Yes, this is the place."
She pulled open the front door and greeted the host. He was a frazzled looking guy around Pansy's age. They hugged, Pansy introduced him to Peter as Timmy, and then Timmy ushered the two of them to the back of the shop. It was a bit quieter than the front, with big booths and a little bit more privacy.
Timmy ushered them to into a booth at the back, and then gave a wink before turning and heading off toward the front of the shop. As Pansy slipped into the booth, she gave Peter a grin. "Timmy and I went to high school together. His folks own this place. Best Chicago Deep Dish you'll ever have, I swear by it." She grinned. "They'll bring it right out, I ordered ahead."