The words stumble out of him in that Peter Parker charm and Gwen can hardly bear it. The tips of her fingers lightly touch her lips to quiet that increasingly vibrant smile of hers.

But that compliment? Totally shatters her efforts.

"Thank you very much," she speaks with her eyes locked on him—an unwavering stare that is accompanied by a soft smirk as the door clicks behind her. "You don't look so bad yourself, man of mine." Her tone is playful, but she isn't hiding, and she leans in to peck his cheek with a sweet greeting, naturally. "Shall we?"

The Clever Rabbit in Queens. A new cafe for the veg crowd and Gwen may or may not be a little nervous about the food.

"Don't worry, I'll lead the way," she teases with a slight tug at his sleeve.