"Way things were back home, it's not like having enough food was exactly normal," Sam offered wryly. He knew what Steve was talking about, though - that it was different with a super-soldier's metabolism. "I'm pretty good at stretching food out if I have just a little bit to add to rations." Not to mention killing whatever meat presented itself; Sam hadn't gone into this knowing a damn thing about how to skin and clean animals, but he'd learned fast.

"Don't worry about it." He waved his concerns off. "I'm just not exactly used to talking about it, that's all." It wasn't his favorite subject in the world, but he was willing to deal with it.