"Do you feel like anything in particular?" he asks. John hadn't really expected her to say no, they're friends, after all, and he's only asked her to lunch, but he still can't help that little flash of pleasure he feels when she agrees to go with him.

Finch would probably tell him it's a good thing. Carter certainly would. He isn't entirely sure of that, he still worries anyone who gets involved with him might be put in the line of danger, but at least they're fairly certain they're out of Samaritan's field of vision at the moment. That's something and he intends to take advantage of it for the moment.

"I saw one of those places that promise to have the best pizza you'll ever taste not far from here," he suggests. "We can test that claim as two New Yorkers."