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"Like bread and cheese," Howard joked, his lips twisting into a smirk. "Not nearly as good as you'd get in Switzerland, but-" he spread his hands. "Gotta work with what you have." And Steve, thank god, wasn't what you'd call picky. "You might taste some of the wine that's in there, too."
"I got other stuff to dip in it," he added. "A few vegetables, some different meats, hard and soft pretzels. Nothing too complicated." The Swiss had always just stuck with bread, but he'd consulted Google, which had suggested additions to the usual fare, and Howard was intrigued enough to try it.
His lips twitched, mind drifting back to the fondue comment from before the war and what it stood for then. Things were different now, of course. Right? Sometimes he had trouble figuring Howard out and his reactions were never what you would call typical or easy to navigate.
"I think I'll try the soft pretzel. I used to love getting them at the fair," Steve explained, a little surprise filling his face at a realization. "I don't think I've had one in seventy years."
With a shake of his head, he took a piece and dipped it into the cheese to try it. He groaned softly, reaching for another piece to dip in, holding it out for Howard to try.
"You know, there are forks for that," Howard teased, gesturing to the long-handled utensils that had come with the fondue pot. "Some of us still gotta worry about getting scalded by melted cheese." As opposed to Steve, who would heal from any burns rapidly.
That groan, though...Howard had to bite his lower lip for a moment at the sound. He'd been well-behaved since he'd moved in with Steve, had actually listened to his cautions about twenty-first century culture. And, okay, maybe his interest was piqued by the easy availability of pornographic material on the internet, but that stayed in the privacy of his own bedroom, thank you very much. The point was, it was damn hard to live with someone who looked like Steve Rogers and not experience sexual frustration.
Instead of taking the pretzel with his fingers, Howard leaned in and ate it from Steve's fingertips - something he never would have done with Peggy for fear of ending up with a broken nose. Though his lips didn't quite brush Steve's skin, the bristles of his mustache did.
"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?"
If things had been different between them - if he hadn't thought Steve would probably faint from the shock - Howard might have licked the cheese off his fingers, too. But instead, he just handed him a napkin to wipe his fingers off.
"Pretty good," he replied, one of his habitual smirks on his face. "Guess I got the mixture right after all." He'd usually had Jarvis around to make the fondue for him in the past - one of the many reasons why he missed the man in the twenty-first century, besides his simple company.
"Got a few more records to listen to." He was currently exploring the wide variety of music that had been released in the time he'd- skipped? Howard wasn't sure what to call it. "Pink Floyd, Beach Boys, Aretha Franklin, Elton John, Aerosmith." He'd just grabbed the albums at random, not really knowing or caring who any of the artists were.
"You did a really good job," Steve agreed with a wide and pleased smile on his face. "Before I know it, you're going to outdo me with cooking." Actually, not the hardest thing in the world to do given Steve's very limited skills but he handled easy things well! A slow process of trying to do more, though. "You're adapting easier than I did overall." It made him happy to see Howard fitting in and enjoying what the current era offered.
Listening to the records, he smiled even wider. "Really great options! I love the Beach Boys and Elton John." He paused for only a moment before adding, "Let's listen! You can see what you might like. I'm pretty sure you'll like the Elton John attitude of his music." More showy and powerful lyrics.
"Sure thing." Howard would've been just as adept at pulling the music up on his phone, but there was something satisfyingly physical about the albums that even someone who embraced progress as much as he did had to appreciate. Plus he liked being able to flip through the eclectic selection at the stores he shopped at. Sure, buying everything online and having it delivered to your door had its perks, but Howard had always liked shopping normally.
"We can listen to music while we eat. Almost as good as being at a jazz club." Nightlife these days was a lot different from what he was used to, and definitely lacking in live entertainment - among other things.
To say the least, it made Steve incredibly happy to have Howard there with him as if his very presence returned so much of what he lost. Howard resembled the life he knew before when things made sense and he had a stronger purpose. More than just being the man with the plan or the one out of time. He mattered and Howard looked at him to remind him that he did. The grin widened on his face and he gave a slight nod to his head. Yes, perfect.
"There are some jazz clubs and more old fashioned places around. I've found them when I got exploring," Steve began, "Maybe we could go to one together. It might make you feel like you stepped back in time."
He finished setting up the food and motioned for Howard to join him. "You'll have to let me know what you think. I've been listening to a lot of music lately. There's a lot of years to cover."
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"I got other stuff to dip in it," he added. "A few vegetables, some different meats, hard and soft pretzels. Nothing too complicated." The Swiss had always just stuck with bread, but he'd consulted Google, which had suggested additions to the usual fare, and Howard was intrigued enough to try it.
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"I think I'll try the soft pretzel. I used to love getting them at the fair," Steve explained, a little surprise filling his face at a realization. "I don't think I've had one in seventy years."
With a shake of his head, he took a piece and dipped it into the cheese to try it. He groaned softly, reaching for another piece to dip in, holding it out for Howard to try.
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That groan, though...Howard had to bite his lower lip for a moment at the sound. He'd been well-behaved since he'd moved in with Steve, had actually listened to his cautions about twenty-first century culture. And, okay, maybe his interest was piqued by the easy availability of pornographic material on the internet, but that stayed in the privacy of his own bedroom, thank you very much. The point was, it was damn hard to live with someone who looked like Steve Rogers and not experience sexual frustration.
Instead of taking the pretzel with his fingers, Howard leaned in and ate it from Steve's fingertips - something he never would have done with Peggy for fear of ending up with a broken nose. Though his lips didn't quite brush Steve's skin, the bristles of his mustache did.
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"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?"
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"Pretty good," he replied, one of his habitual smirks on his face. "Guess I got the mixture right after all." He'd usually had Jarvis around to make the fondue for him in the past - one of the many reasons why he missed the man in the twenty-first century, besides his simple company.
"Got a few more records to listen to." He was currently exploring the wide variety of music that had been released in the time he'd- skipped? Howard wasn't sure what to call it. "Pink Floyd, Beach Boys, Aretha Franklin, Elton John, Aerosmith." He'd just grabbed the albums at random, not really knowing or caring who any of the artists were.
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Listening to the records, he smiled even wider. "Really great options! I love the Beach Boys and Elton John." He paused for only a moment before adding, "Let's listen! You can see what you might like. I'm pretty sure you'll like the Elton John attitude of his music." More showy and powerful lyrics.
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"We can listen to music while we eat. Almost as good as being at a jazz club." Nightlife these days was a lot different from what he was used to, and definitely lacking in live entertainment - among other things.
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"There are some jazz clubs and more old fashioned places around. I've found them when I got exploring," Steve began, "Maybe we could go to one together. It might make you feel like you stepped back in time."
He finished setting up the food and motioned for Howard to join him. "You'll have to let me know what you think. I've been listening to a lot of music lately. There's a lot of years to cover."