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Pizza Planet, lunchtime

Willow was a girl on a mission. She studied the menu like a general planning a battle.

Introducing a complete newbie to pizza was, after all, serious business.

[ooc: Willow's here for Peter, but feel free to use for all your ~~totally ruining your desire for a healthy lunch~~ pizza needs]

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"You'd have to find someone who hadn't heard about the names yet," Peter replied.

"This is where the magic of the internet comes in handy," Willow replied. "So I need lessons in properly cheering for you. Does the hanky need to be a certain color?"

"Not particularly. I don't think I know of any real rules," Peter said. "Anyway you cheer would be an honour."

"Okay this? Is because you're a boy," Willow said. "I should ask Susan. I bet she'd know color rules."

"Perhaps it is," Peter agreed. "I always just showed up to fight in the tournaments. I didn't really pay attention to anything else that was going on. I usually wore Su's favour and if Ed was fighting, he wore Lucy's. You're right though. If there are rules? Susan would know them."

"You need a favor!" Willow said, looking disappointed that she hadn't thought of that. "I need to give you one. What would work?"

"I have a favour!" Peter asserted. "You gave me your ribbon."

"That counts?" Willow asked, worried. "I wasn't sure if maybe I had to keep renewing it, like library books."

Peter tried valiantly not to laugh. "It most definitely counts and isn't like library books a bit. You don't have to worry, Willow. Really."

"I just want to make sure I do it right," Willow said. "I've never cheered a knight before. Last thing I want you to do is die of embarassment on the field because some redheaded doofus in the stands screwed up her bit."

"Not possible," Peter said firmly.

"Entirely possible," Willow said. "You haven't seen me in nearly enough public situations."

"Be that as it may, it's impossible for me to die of embarassament. I've eaten in front of far too many people during State Dinners and functions like that and fallen off my horse while jousting. I certainly could not be embarassed because a beautiful girl was cheering."

There were so many things Willow wanted to ask about, but then he threw her for a total blushy loop with: "Beautiful?"

"Definitely. So no worries about the game, yes?" Peter said.

Willow nodded, but now she was blushing so hard that she actually covered her face with both hands.

Peter scooted his chair closer to Willow and put his arm around her pulling her in towards his shoulder. "I wasn't trying to make you blush that time," he said.

Willow leaned into his hold. "This is very unfair to do to a redhead!"

Peter stroked her hair with his other hand. "On the plus side, I'm blond and blush pretty easily as well. So it's closer to fair."

Well now he was just giving her ammo.

She tilted her head up to look him right in the eye. "You're very cute."

Peter's ears turned red as he grinned down at her. "I see how it is using it against me."

"You did agree that I'm a girl who can hold her own," Willow reminded him. "Some might also describe you as handsome."

"I did indeed," he agreed. "But seems a bit unfair just now!" He was trying very hard to concentrate enough to keep from blushing.

Willow sat up so they were nose to nose. "Too bad, mister. Revenge!"

"I think you might be the only girl in any world who'd take revenge for calling her beautiful," Peter said, putting his hand on her cheek.

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