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[peterparker]

"Not more than they love a happy ending."

He's more into the still-footage type of film, thank you very much.

And that statement right there, Ramirez-Arellano? Is earning you a nudge to the hip.

"You don't think framing it would be a little, I dunno, uh, much?"

[bellonaborn]

She nudges him right back. "Nope, especially since you don't want it around at all. The frame protects it from you."

[peterparker]

"Is it a magic, force-field frame?" He let go of her hands to put his up and show that he surrendered. "Just don't show my Aunt May, okay?" He knew she would anyway.

[bellonaborn]

"No, but you can't easily spill anything on it at least..."

She just smiled a little before going to pay for the picture. Once it was in hand, she glanced back at him. "Oh, but I already bought a copy for her too."

[peterparker]

"Hard to spill something on a wall, but thanks for thinking I'm that talented." Chuckled. Hey, if it was getting framed, it was going up, right?

A groan though, when he saw her being handed a second copy, and heard that. "Dying over here, Reyna." At least she looked cute in it.

[bellonaborn]

"You'd manage," she quipped. And a third handed her way, for her sister, of course. She admired them for a moment before handing them back to the attendant and giving her their room number.

She didn't want to lose them, after all, during the rest of the day. "Your aunt will love it... And so will my sister."

[peterparker]

"For your sister too? Seriously? Ughhhh-! And you're telling them our room number, for added humiliation bonus points." He shook himself off, like a dog might, wiggling his limbs as if trying to shed a skin. "There goes all my dignity! You definitely owe me a soda for this."

[bellonaborn]

"For Hylla too, yes."

Returning over to Peter, she laughed a little and cupped his cheek with her hand briefly. "They'll deliver it to our room so we don't have to carry it. It's what I've been doing with everything we've bought today, Peter. You'll get more than a soda, promise."

[peterparker]

The 'more than a soda' gets an incredulous brow raise...

"So, cake, too?" Questioned, going to sling an arm around her as they headed out. He didn't mind as much as he was putting on; he tended to look bad in photos as a rule of thumb.

Didn't mean she wasn't getting revenge photobombed for it later, though. He WAS a photographer, after all.

[bellonaborn]

"Cake too. Maybe. We'll see."

Oh, she was definitely expecting retaliation, she went into it knowing this. She walked out of the gift shop with him bumping her hip against his. "Or even one of those chocolate monstrosities at the chocolate shop on main street..."

[peterparker]

"Chocolate monstrosities? Woah, woah, woah, hold up; now I have to see this." It was his hand grabbing hers this time, and tugging her off in the opposite direction.

"Chocolate is my favourite thing about you, after all."

Well, considering it was how they'd started dating, and had appeared in most of their dates ever since? He figured that counted as a trait.

[bellonaborn]

"I have a very cocoa personality, do I?"

Reyna laughed outright as he grabbed her hand and headed back towards the entrance of the park. Still, she got what he meant and was quick to follow him. "You can't have it yet, you know... It'll spoil your dinner."

Very matter of factly, after all. She was insistent that they eat at that new Beauty and the Beast restaurant... which had required reservations.

[peterparker]

"Oh please, don't flatter yourself, raisin-ette."

And, with an outright laugh at that, he gave her hand a squeeze, glancing back at her over his shoulder.

"Have you never met my stomach? It won't spoil anything. Besides, we can just buy it and 'have it sent to the room' or something, right?" A softer smile, and he shrugged halfway. "We're still going to dinner and over-eating wickedly, Reyna."

[bellonaborn]

"Flatter myself? Why would I need to do that when I have you around?"

She squeezed back, picking up her pace to keep up with him. "Right... I forgot you never really stop eating, don't you? I want to eat so much that I can't even make it back to the room, Peter. Don't forget that. We'll veg out like crazy during the fireworks."

[peterparker]

"Because you're the one who complained over being flattered!" He reminded, but grinned right on through, with a fake roll of his eyes. "Women. Always changing their minds about everything."

It was... actually pretty fun, to hear her talking like this. Like a little kid. He'd seen it before, in glimpses, but otherwise Reyna tended to be pretty serious. She had a good sense of humor, and was sharp as a tack... but it was drier usually, a little more hidden.

This? This was nice.

"I never do stop eating, naw. I'll have to carry you out to the fireworks... while eating whatever leftovers you end up with when you totally cop out and can't finish your whole dinner."

[bellonaborn]

She rarely had reason to let loose like this. Being Praetor to an entire Legion of Romans, and constantly going through more and more partners in the process? Put a lot of stress on her. Plus, when your sister is Queen of the Amazons, it's hard to live up to her expectations too.

Let's not even talk about mom. So, Reyna makes a face at him, sticking out her tongue playfully, when he mentions her not wanting to be flattered earlier. "Like you ever listen," she quipped.

Nudging him a little, she took a faster stride to tug him along too. "Oh you're on. I'll finish my whole dinner AND dessert."

[peterparker]

...Peter's not 100% on how showing the Queen of the Amazons a picture of your boyfriend making a lopsided face is going to live up to anyone's expectations, but he trusts her on it.

No, he never wants to talk about Reyna's mom. He's not sure if a radioactive bug-boy who was Queens-bound was really her idea of ideal, either.

"I listen. Sometimes. I just forget more often." He defended, with another wide grin. He let her lead the way. "I'll finish my whole dinner, steal a bite of yours, and two desserts." Challenged. "BAM. Whatchya gonna do about that, Godgirl."

[bellonaborn]

Because Hylla will be happy for her, that's how. Regardless, Peter should just be thankful that he doesn't ever have to meet the Goddess of War and explain his romantic intentions with her daughter.

"I'll let you finish your dinner, a bite of mine and the two desserts. But you'd better be prepared for round two in the morning, which includes a continental breakfast."

[peterparker]

He could save Manhattan, keep a part-time job, and still manage to graduate with a 4.0... but explaining to anyone's mom what his 'romantic intentions' were? That just might have killed him.

"I thought round two would be back at the room, for midnight room service snack time?" Think big here, Reyna.

[bellonaborn]

"It might be. We'll see if you can even still look at food then."

Reyna smirked and pulled him into the chocolate shop, weaving through the crowd like a woman on a mission.

[peterparker]

"We will see."

He agreed, following her as she cut through the crowd.

A woman who really liked her chocolate. A woman after his own heart.

[bellonaborn]

Managing to get to the front of the crowd, she pointed at the dessert in the glass case and turned to raise an eyebrow at him. "That. Are you sure you can handle that?"

It was a pretty big portion, ganache and other chocolates alike, all in it.

[peterparker]

Peter pressed against her side to get a better vantage point, bending a little to squint at the view.

"...Oh. I can handle that. You up for helping me out some?"

[bellonaborn]

Reyna's ears might have been burning when he pressed against her side, but she pressed back, smirking. "I think I can help you out a little, I'll take pity on you."

[peterparker]

"That's so kind, Your Royal Manly Highness."

Hey... if she was going to be the Prince? She should own it.

"Okay, so we'll buy, eat, then head to dinner?"