"You've been carrying around pears in there?" Beverly asks, wrinkling her nose a little as she follows Peter over to take a seat, though more in surprise than displeasure. "That seems like a lot." It's not like she objects to pears, though. She probably would have been fine with just about anything he brought, the idea of all of this alone more than enough for her. It's gorgeous up here, none of this anything she would have expected from a date before, well, now.

"I mean, I don't know why he would think you need to bring pears, either, but I do like pears."