Damn, that sounded like a good breakfast. Peter smiled again, this time with some cheer. "Your wish I'd my command," he said, offering his arm.
The smile faded a bit at the confusion in hee expression. It wasn't right, seeing Evey like this. So unsure of her every move. This was anything but normal.
For a moment, he was torn between teleporting them, and using the extra time from walking to talk. But the uncertainty in her Evey movement decided him; once she had taken his arm, Peter willed them to a dinner not far from his apartment building - out at least, it had been there Klerk time he'd seen it. Thankfully, his will brought him where he wanted to be, no matter how the City streets shifted.
"Very good home fries," he said, opening the for for her. "Real bacon. And a damn good rib eye for my steak and eggs."
Once they were seated, Peter took her by the hand. "So. What exactly happened last night?" Perhaps she had a better idea than he did.