He blinked and laughed, "I don't know if I want to go around in life being known as Mr. Sappy. Might hurt my already less than popular image. I'm sticking with Mr. Chemistry. Makes me sound mysterious, in that not-very mysterious sort of way." He winked to her, while their fingers laced together, and he slipped inside the building with her.
Noting the host, and the hug between them he figured they were friends, and was confirmed of this by her only moments later. Making his way to the booth, he waved to Timmy and shook his hand in greeting, before taking his seat across from her. He contemplated sitting next to her, but figured he didn't want to come across as too physical--a girl like her probably wouldn't want some guy who she deemed romantic, being all up close and personal all the time. How wrong he was, likely, but Peter was a cautious fellow.
Though their joking in the texts the other day should have shown either of them that the other was a bit more open to fun than they might have been letting on at first. He took his seat and looked over to her, smirking as he raised a brow, "Seems like a nice guy. A bit frazzled, but it's busy so I can only imagine why."
Then he couldn't help but laugh at the deep dish comment, "Oh wow, a girl named Kitty and I had a long argument about Deep Dish versus New York style. I think she put you up to this, to convince me. But I trust you, so, I'll give it a shot." He was joking around of course, he was hardly offended by one style or the other.
Then nodded, "Ordered ahead? You're a brilliant girl, Pansy. Still, makes me think you have a schedule to keep. What is this night going to entail?" He kept his grin, watching her eyes--something he seemed infatuated with doing, with how gorgeous they were.