With Parker’s addition to the toast still swirling around them, Brooke considered what he may have meant as he joined her on the couch. Being adventurous had many implications, after all. Yet, the only thing she could think of, pertained to sexual matters. It was still a little too early in the evening to determine whether or not that was the route Parker was trying to go, though.<br/><br/>He nonchalantly promised not to drink to excess, then attempt to drive himself home. In the back of her mind, she had to wonder if that meant getting him drunk would result in a sleepover. But, not wanting to read more into this than was actually there, she sipped on her champagne and simply nodded to his words. “Good,” she licked her lips. “I need you in one piece.”<br/><br/>When they arrived at the topic of their favorite Italian dishes, Brooke tilted her head and watched Parker as he spoke, simply enjoying the every note of his dulcet tones and the timbre of his cadence. Something about the way he mentioned lasagna had her wondering if he preferred it homemade. Little did he know, it was a good thing she hadn’t attempted that.<br/><br/>When he patted his utterly flat and undoubtedly muscular stomach, Brooke had to chuckle. “Just wait until you get to be my age.” She only realized after stating this that speaking about her age might not be the best thing for her to do, if her goal was to take their interaction to more carnal territory. Age wasn’t much of a turn on for young men, was it?<br/><br/>“I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” she concluded, shaking her head at him and scoffing lightly, before sipping a little more champagne. Her smile widened when he mentioned chicken parm. It was a staple, after all, and so commonly was regarded as a favorite dish. He inquired as to her favorites, then asked if she’d rather just let him wait and see.<br/><br/>“Honestly, my favorite part about Italian food is the garlic bread.” She giggled, her free hand fluttering over her lips momentarily. “I just wish it wasn’t so bad for you.” But, tonight was not a night to fret about healthy eating. She had just bought herself a new vehicle and deserved a night of celebration!<br/><br/>The doorbell rang and startled her slightly, but Parker was quick as a flash and raced to the door to answer it and pay the delivery person. Brooke had to chuckle at the display. “That is really very generous of you,” she murmured when he took both the bag and his flute again. She stood from the couch, meeting him in the kitchen once more.<br/><br/>Her condo was spacious, but small enough that there was no separate dining room. The only table and chairs set up, were in the breakfast nook. “Let’s eat at the table.” She suggested, grabbing some dishes and silverware on her way. “Sure. Or better yet, how about you bring the bottle to the table,” she suggested, her eyes glittering.<br/><br/>With the table set, Brooke pulled one of the simple, maple wooden chairs out and took a seat at the matching, maple wooden table. There was a napkin holder and a large, purple candle in the middle of the table, which was only set for four, though she hardly ever entertained. “Well, I hope that you’ll enjoy this dinner, Parker.” She said, pulling the containers out of the bag and setting them down, before folding the bag up and setting it aside.<br/><br/>“And thank you for eating with me.” She smiled at him, before gesturing to the food. “Take your pick. Or we can always share.”