Of course the container held cake for him. Cupcakes, specifically. An assortment of flavors so he could try all sorts of things he'd never been able to before. She'd made a dozen of each flavor and kept a few for herself, but for the most part they'd been given to her friendlier neighbors, and to sweet Mrs. Chen for her grandchildren who were celebrating their first 4th of July in the US.

Rogue blinked at the request, then smiled at Steve in amazement. "Of course you can," she answered with fondness. "As long as you let me watch you while you do it." It was a caveat she was fairly certain he would be alright with. She hoped so, at least. She wanted to enjoy watching that look of concentration on his face and catch the way he lost himself in his art. Laughing briefly, she asked, "Is there any particular way you want me?"