[ He catches that look, and he narrows his eyes down at her. Laura, it seems, is far more savvy than Peter gives her credit for, and of course he knows a con job when he sees one.

But, eh. He could go for a milkshake right now, anyway. (He can always go for a milkshake.)

The restaurant is some sort of retro throwback, though a throwback to what, Peter isn't sure. He's used to '50s diners, with aggressively turquoise decor and checkerboard tiling. This place has none of that, but it does have good food. He slips into an empty booth nearby, plucking up a menu and pointing out the list of milkshakes. ]

So you've got chocolate, strawberry, vanilla, or cookies and cream. Personally? I go for chocolate, but you're welcome to pick your own poison.