“Oh, it is definitely the VIP treatment.” Parker joked as he followed Brooke around from the door towards the kitchen where she could open one bottle and set down the other.  Watching her as she moved, and once more struck by the number of times he had been here but never taken the time to REALLY notice her, Parker could feel the grin on his face growing wider by the second.  It was easy to forget the awkward possibilities when you had a beautiful woman looking to celebrate.<br/><br/>Speaking of, once Brooke popped the cork and filled their flutes, generously he was happy to note, Parker gladly clinked his tall glass against the older woman’s.  “Exactly! To new adventures, and being adventurous in general.”  Parker replied, adding a bit on to the end of her toast.  Where Brooke’s toast had been open to interpretation, Parker’s, when coupled with the look he was giving her, was a bit more forward.<br/><br/>“And don’t worry too much…” Parker continued, once more following Brooke, this time to the couch where he took a seat right beside her.  “I’ll make sure I don’t get too carried away with the celebrating...and then try to drive home that is.”  he added, thinking he would very gladly spend the night there, and not in Payton’s old bed either (especially since nothing had ever happened there).  Either missing or not really minding the stern tone Brooke had adopted, Parker instead thought about the question she posed him.<br/><br/>“Oh, that’s a good question.  Is it weird to say it depends on the place?  I mean, lasagna is my favorite, for as long as I can get away with it.”  He laughed, patting his completely washboard stomach, like he had something to worry about.  “But a lot of places can’t get it right, so I usually go with a parmesan, either chicken or eggplant.  Hmmmm, so wait, what is yours?  Or would you rather me just wait and see?” Parker asked teasingly, taking another sip of his champagne.<br/><br/>Just as he was swallowing the doorbell rang, and Parker was up and off the couch in a flash.  “You offered!” He laughed, setting down his flute next to the bottle and heading for the door.  Opening it up, Parker quickly took the bag, nearly throwing the cash and tip at the poor young guy so he could get right back to Brooke.  Heading back, Parker held up the food bag even as he took the champagne bottle in his other hand.<br/><br/>“Where would you like me to set this up?” He asked, holding up the delicious smelling bag, before indicating the bottle in his other hand.  “And while I am up, would you like a top off?”