In his day, watching movies entailed dressing up, going to the theater, maybe drinks before or dinner after. He kept forgetting that you could buy movies to watch at home. He was still getting used to television (he had one, but rarely used it, since he didn't understand about 90% of what people were talking about).

At first, Steve was puzzled by her reaction, until she told him just how many movies there were, and how famous Disney had become, and his whole face lit up. He stopped drawing, unconsciously leaning forward and pulling his sketchbook to his chest as he listened to her explain all that had been accomplished, all because Walt Disney hadn't given up in the face of his naysayers.

"That," Steve had to pause, his voice scratchy from emotion, "is amazing. I had no idea... Wow." He pulled his sketchbook back down, glancing at it consideringly before he began drawing in the final touches. If Walt Disney could do all that... maybe him becoming a comics penciller wasn't so far-fetched, after all.

Glancing quickly back and forth between Rogue and the drawing a few times, Steve finally nodded. "Okay. Finished." He handed it to her for inspection. Even if she hated it, nothing she said would be any worse than he'd heard before.