Following Brooke over to her simple table, funny he had never eaten here before, Parker set the food down into the center before topping off his host's glass and then his own.  Sure, maybe he filled them a little more than strictly necessary, but it didn’t hurt to loosen things up, right?  Taking a seat after Brooke did, and gladly with the memory of her licking her lips running through his mind, Parker smiled across the cozy table.  “You don’t have to thank me, this is my pleasure, trust me.”  He replied, his tone clearly flirtatious as he looked across at the older woman.<br/><br/>Reaching into the take out bag, Parker carefully removed the meals as to not spill, setting them in the neutral zone between them and removing the lids.   With the delicious smells steaming the air between them, Parker removed a tin foil wrapped bundle as well, unfurling it with a crinkle to reveal the warm, buttery bread within.  “Ok, look it is your favorite.” He laughed, taking a piece for himself before sliding the remainder over towards Brooke.  “Here you do, dig in.  I can definitely say that you have nothing to worry about with this being bad for you.”  He continued, his eyes drinking in what he could see of her.<br/><br/>Reaching for the containers, Parker took a bit of the ravioli and some of the chicken parm as well.  “See, now I like the idea of sharing.”  He grinned as he spooned it onto his plate.  “This way, no matter what, we each get a little bit of what we want.”  Replacing the serving utensils for Brooke to use, Parker picked up his fork and waited until she had made her selection before speaking up again.  “So I am curious Ms Summers, what have you been up to?” He asked, intentionally leaving off the part about ‘since Payton left’ as he didn’t really want to think about that.  “You’ve pretty much seen what I’ve been doing after all.” He laughed.