The voices all seemed to rise. Evening chatter, the busy night, became louder and louder, but as soon as she heard his voice, everything else fell silent. A smile spread across her face. “Well now, we have our usual pies, and the pasta dishes are extremely..saucy..and I personally think they melt in your mouth. They’re so..creamy..and the pasta slides down your throat filling you with..warmth. Personally I recommend it, but our pies do fit right in your hand. No need for any utensils. You just..eat it. Pepperoni is good. A little on the spicy though, but something tells me you could handle it. So tell me, is there anything I can get you?”<br/><br/><br/>Dylan's eyes twinkled with amusement as she went through the menu with a passionate emphasis.  His mouth fixed in a bit o a smirk as she finished up.  "All of that sounds really good to me.  I could do with a slice while you finish up,  make sure to include that pepperoni, spice is my specialty.  Though I could wait if you didn't eat yet.   "<br/><br/>He had a plan for the evening, but any stops would be quick.  Then a glass of wine on the roof, perhaps, but perhaps just back to his place.  Not that he didn't want to take her anywhere on the way back - in an alley, in a changing room, at the adult bookstore that the mayor kept trying to close , but it was old enough to be grandfathered into the zoning for the area.  But he didn't want to push too hard while she was out here, she was a bit skittish he had seen.