If he knew what she was looking for, he'd feel a little disappointed she thought he wouldn't clean up the place first. Peter and Toriel had cleaned up a lot of the glass from the gardens after he came out of the tubes, mostly to keep the small playground there from posing a threat to the kids. But of course he looked over the area for the picnic before spreading out the blanket. He wanted the date to go as perfectly as possible.

"Well, I didn't want to run back out for something you wanted," he says while pouring her the drink. His smile is sheepish, almost embarrassed that she's pointing out just how much he brought with him. At least he's not blushing yet.

Peter hands the glass over, snorting lightly. "I don't think we've got that many musical types around here. Or any instruments." That and he really wouldn't want someone to witness if this went bad. Or well, for that matter. "I would have brought my Walkman for you, but I don't think Alice Cooper really sells the atmosphere for a date. Unless you like everything loud and angry."