"There can be no good from a girl that calls herself an enigma. I have a feeling your middle name is trouble and your last name is run for the hills," Peter said with a laugh. He lead her down the sidewalk, arm in arm, and into the pizza place. It was a usual haunt of his when he could break away from his social life and his work. He hadn't even had many opportunities to get into the Spidey suit lately. It was nice.
It meant he spent more time with Megan.
Pushing through the door, Peter lead Effie to the counter. "Give us a whole pizza and a couple of beers, please." He looked at the girl on his arm, sized her up, and nodded. Yeah, she looked old enough. "Find us a table?"