fandomtownies | Pizza Planet, lunchtime

Peter had a bit of difficulty finding the pizza place, but he arrived mostly on time. Seeing Willow, he bowed. "Good afternoon to you!"

Willow gave a curtsey. "And you, Sir Peter. How was your morning class?"

"It went well. We treated people - and badgers - with head injuries today. Seems like a good thing to know how to do around here," Peter said wryly.

"I'm totally better!" Willow said. She pointed to herself. "See? Now with 100% more consciousness!"

Peter put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed lightly. "Glad I am to know that. When you still seemed decidedly ill on Saturday, I was worried."

"It was very nice of you to come visit me," Willow said, giving him a smile. "I think I could get used to having a knight around, if knights are like you."

"I was happy to," Peter said, taking a seat. "Well, not happy as I'd've preferred you being well but as it was... How was the rest of your weekend after you recovered?"

"Pretty good," Willow said, sitting as well. "Marie and I had a nice talk about girly stuff. And I found out that you smile doofily, though I knew that already."

"Were you plotting during your girly conversations?" Peter said with a grin. Then the second part of her statement caught up to him. "Wait, what? I do?"

"You do," Willow said. "You have totally been ratted out, by those who shall remain nameless or else I'll never get the good info again. Though I will say that they were not actually rats, as that does need to be clarified."

Peter looked at Willow, trying to contain the smile that was threatening to emerge. "I see. Though if that is the 'good info,' I think you have a skewed definition."

"You smile doofy when you talk about me," Willow said, doing much the same herself. "I would say this is very valuable information, possibly worth cookies."

And Peter both grinned like an idiot and blushed. "I hope cookies from you makes up for the shame someone hopefully feels for the breaching of the bounds of male brotherhood," he said teasingly.

"In fairness, one of them couldn't help but say the truth to any question he was asked," Willow told him. "You can't hold that against him."

Peter was still blushing. "I'll try not to then. Is that what was happening yesterday? Something strange was going on, but I can't remember half my conversations."

"It's what happened to D... the person who shall remain nameless," Willow said. "I don't know about everyone else. So, pizza?"

Peter made a mental note to accidentally refer to Dean as twitterpated next time he spoke to Dawn.

"I looked pizza up on my minicomp," Peter said with probably far too much pride. "People seem to be very enthusiastic about it. What do you recommend?"

Oh yeah, like there was such a thing as "too much joy in computer useage" around Willow.

"I was thinking we should start you out with the basics," she said, actually having formed a battle plan here. "Cheese pizza. Little boring, possibly, but I think you should at least try a slice to get a baseline experience. Then we'll move you on to toppings. Sausage, pepperoni - vegetables if you want to pretend to be healthy. Then if you survive we'll do the hard stuff, like barbeque chicken, Hawaiian, and macaroni."

Peter nodded in assent. "I am at your command. What's your favourite kind of pizza? Perhaps we should try that too."

"Depends on what I'm in the mood for," Willow said. "Which can vary depending on a number of factors that, as I'm saying this out loud, I realize we really don't need to get into right now. But BBQ chicken's good."

Peter wrinkled his forehead as he missed the meaning of Willow's remark. "That sounds intriguing as well, I suppose?"

"We'll start with cheese slices," she assured him, reaching over to pat his hand. "And plenty of soda."

"Very good then," he replied with a grin. He got up to get two slices of cheese pizza and some soda then came back to the table saying, "and may I just say that one day? We are going to have to find something I can introduce you to in order to even the scales a bit."

"There's horseback riding," Willow reminded him. "And watching you use a sword." Not that she had these things memorized or anything. "Okay, so, I had a question. About Aslan."

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