"My fingers didn't touch the cheese in the pot," Steve reasoned with a slight grin on his face, some of the cheese beginning to slide down his fingers as he waited for Howard to take the offered bite. His eyes widened when he decided to do so with his mouth and not fingers. Oh. It remained him if the times he found himself staring at Howard out of the corner of his eyes to not be obvious. Between Howard and Peggy, his prior to the plane life had been complicated. But in the end, everything revolved around Peggy.

"Oh," Steve remarked oh so smoothly, eyes still wide. "How did it taste?" Slowly, he dropped his hand to reach for the fork to try a piece of bread, mostly to keep his hands occupied and his mind from drifting somewhere else. "Did this mean you went to another antique place? Get anything else good?"