So this guy was a pizza loving dude, too. That made him a friend of Peter's.
"Really? Nice! Well, I hope you enjoy yourself. Don't hit the buffet too hard, okay? I don't think this place can handle that much excitement!" Peter was only teasing the guy, trying to get him to lighten up a little. The man seemed like he had been living in a hole or something, considering the condition of his threads. Peter wasn't exactly sporting designer threads himself, but he was in a tee and jeans, with sneakers. Easy enough clothing to move around in the jungle. And mostly because the TARDIS had been giving.
And then the man diverted and was....holding open the door? "You're taking me for pizza? It's only our first date and already I think you're making it to first base!" Peter laughed, spinning around slowly on the balls of his feet. He wasn't going to say no to an offer like that. Megan was just going to have to forgive him.
"I'm Peter, by the way. Peter Parker."
Peter all but floated through the doorway on the enticing smells, taking a moment to look around at the place and what it had to offer. He had died and gone to Heaven, he was sure of it.
He didn't realize he was salivating either until a little girl pointed up at him and shouted, "Mommy, why is he panting like a doggy?"
Peter blinked, snapped his jaw closed and offered the place a sheepish look. "Heh, whoops." It was then, as if being reeled in by a beam, he made his way to the counter to order and survey the goods.