"Do I even want to know where he gets these?" said Peter, walking in from getting the mail. Peter and Neal had dropped off working directly at 5pm and Neal had asked to lie down for awhile before dinner, so after Peter got him upstairs he had decided to check the mail. "I keep not asking as I figure it's not even legal."
"Get what?" asked El, looking up from an art book she was flipping through. She spies the plain box wrapped in twine. "Mozzie I assume?"
"Considering the front says 'To The Suits' in his handwriting, it's safe to guess. If it wasn't him, I doubt the guys watching the house would have let him through." said Peter with a sigh, wondering why Mozzie couldn't just ring the doorbell like a normal person. "Want to open it or shall I?"
"I'll let you at it." said El with a laugh. Peter opens the box and reveals a note in code and probably a half dozen burner phones. "Wow, he works fast. I assume the note is for Neal."
"Very likely." said Peter, sitting the note off to the side to give to Neal later. "Guess he wanted there to be enough to last for awhile." He closes the box and sits it on a shelf.
"He is very thorough." said El, sipping at a glass of wine. "Should one of us take the note up to Neal?"
"I think it can wait until dinner." said Peter, stretching and sitting down. "I think we both forgot to go to the store. Is there even anything in the house for dinner?"
"I'm sure I could whip something up." said El, yawning. The past few days had seemed long. "Or we could order something if you trust delivery."
"I can get the guys watching the house to make sure it's safe." said Peter. "Anything in particular sound good?"
"Well you always like pizza and it sounds easy." said El, picking up her phone and placing the order. "Plus should be easy enough for anyone to verify it's safe. Cheesy garlic bread or not?"
"Most definitely." said Peter.
El finishes up placing the order. "Oh, I have an idea. Do you know where the picnic blanket is?"
"It's probably in the hall closet somewhere." said Peter. "Why? What's your idea?"
"Instead of Neal having to eat alone or travel those stairs, why don't we just eat upstairs with him?" said El, explaining her idea. "Spread out the blanket, take up plates, the works. Plus it's something we have never done before here, so why not?"
"Actually that's a good idea." said Peter, getting up to go find the blanket. "Though it may feel a little too much like a slumber party for Neal's tastes."
"Trust me, he will at least find the idea of it nice." said El. She grabs a few plates and puts them on the tray with some paper napkins. "Now just to grab some drinks when the pizza arrives."
About an hour later, Peter hears a knock on the door and after verifying it's the pizza guy, he gets the pizza with a brown paper bag of warm cheesy garlic bread on top. "Want to carry the pizza and I'll grab the tray?" he asked El. "Figure the pizza is lighter."
"Sure." said El, getting a hold of the pizza as Peter grabs some drinks and the tray and at that last second the letter from Moz. They walk up the stairs and knock on Neal's door.
"Come in Peter." said Neal, figuring Peter was there to tell him it was dinner time. He starts to get up when he spies the Burke's walking in. "Hey, what's going on?" El can't help but revel at the fact he genuinely looks surprised.
"Pizza picnic." said El, sitting the pizza on the dresser long enough to spread out the picnic blanket. "Figure we would bring the food to you. We can go if you want?"
"No, it's fine." said Neal, sitting back against the headboard. "This is nice of you guys."
"I have to give El the credit." said Peter, sitting the tray on the floor next to one side of the bed and passing plates and drinks around as El chooses to sit next to Neal and lean against the headboard and Peter sits cross-legged at the foot of the bed. El carefully sits the pizza box down. "Hope pizza is okay."
"Pizza is good." said Neal, still surprised, but finding comfort in the fact the Burke's wanted to have dinner with him. "Let's dig in."