Peter pov
Hesitating only for a moment Peter quickly makes up his mind as to where to bring Deadpool.
Walking into the familiar diner Peter easily slides into a both.
Curiously looking around Deadpool is just about to open his mouth to ask something when a couple of tentacles comes over to the table with two plates of waffles.
Frowning Deadpool's eyes flicker from the plates to the tentacles slithering away and then up to Peter's grinning face.
"I hope you like blue berry waffles."
Looking stunned Deadpool stares at Peter only briefly looking away to watch a small pitcher of what appears to be syrup be places on the table by a new tentacle.
Glancing down at the plate in front of him he frowns."Blueberry waffles?" Squinting suspiciously at the waffles he pokes at them with a fork. "Blueberries? Is this an actual thing or did autocorrect mess with the script? "
Confused Peter looks between Deadpool and the waffles. "You've never seen blue berries before? Would you prefer red berry waffles? Ki'Thuie makes them too, but I prefer the blue ones."
"Red berries? Wait, you mean blue berries? As in berries that are blue?"
"Yes." Feeling mildly concerned Peter finally starts to question if this lunch thing was really a good idea, but curiosity has always been his down fall and he can't help but ask, "What did you think I meant?"
Ignoring Peter's concerned question Deadpool impales a small potion of a waffle before bringing it to his mouth, chewing carefully. "It tastes like actual waffles."
"Right? Ki'Thuie have become really good at making them."
"How come that they can make waffles at all?"
Blushing Peter swallows his mouth full before awkwardly clearing his throat. "I help fix their grill and oven once. While I was doing it I might have told them about the food my aunt used to make and they've been trying to replicate some of it since. The waffles have been the greatest success so far."
"Aunt? I thought you Jedi was all supposed to be orphans?"
Running a hand through his hair Peter looks out the window at the people walking past. "It's a long story."
"Well I'd love to hear it." Following Peter's gaze Deadpool looks out the window too, only for something to catch his attention. Demeanor changing he stands. "Next time. Got to go."
Taken aback Peter looks back at Deadpool, frowning confused at the the other. "But you haven't finished yo..." Glancing down he kind of trails off at the empty plate he sees there. "...waffles?" What did he do? Put them in his pockets?
When he looks back up from the conspicuously empty plate Deadpool's gone.
A/M: Thoughts so far?