"He's great. I'm sure he'll come back and say hi again if things calm down. It's bizzarely busy for a Monday night," Pansy noted, then shifted her body so she could nudge his foot with her own under the table.
"Oh, you're gonna love it." Pansy gave a little laugh. "I know, I know. New Yorkers love their pizza. But hey, I like New York style, too. I mean, pizza is fantastic." She paused. "You know, there's this silly joke that goes, 'sex is like pizza. Even when it's bad, it's still pizza.'" She flushed. "Yeah, that's kinda how I feel about pizza." And sex, but she didn't want to come off as slutty.
"I've got a couple more things in store," Pansy beamed. "But I'm not going to spoil the surprise, Peter Parker. You just have to have patience."
A waiter came out with their pizza. It had thick crust and was filled with amazing cheese, hand-made sauce, and sausage bits, with onions and peppers cooked to perfection. He disappeared for just a moment, then re-appeared with two bottles of cold beer, and two icy glasses. He set those on the table, gave a quick "bon appetit" and then disappeared again.
Pansy grinned. "I love this stuff. Tiny brewery near where I grew up down here." She added, pouring the brew into her frosty glass. "This is my favorite meal in the whole world. It's..." She blushed a bit. "It's a glimpse into me. I hope you like it."