She supposed, in the end, it wasn't really the city that was starting to feel like home - it was him. He was very quickly becoming her safe port of harbor, the place she could come back to and always feel safe and wanted. It just so happened that the 'place' would be wherever he was. She would travel to the ends of the earth to be with him if that's what it took, and she wouldn't hesitate for a second.

He was the only person who could make her laugh so easily. Rogue grinned at Steve and chuckled, moving past him to set the vase of flowers on the low coffee table in front of the couch. They brightened up the room even more, adding a beautiful touch that she would greatly enjoy.

"Well, I did try to find a basket," she said as she turned back to him and gestured to the cooler waiting on the corner table, "but unfortunately baskets are so old-fashioned that they're damned expensive now. But I'm pretty sure I made enough food to tide you over until later, so let's get a move on, handsome." There may not be a vintage basket to hold their food, but she had found one of those red checkered blankets. Hopefully that would suffice.