Rogue wasn't used to feeling hungry or for the feeling to make itself so blatantly apparent. She'd spent so many years in that lab where she'd barely ever had a solid meal, subsisting instead on intravenous nutrients and borrowed healing factors, that even after the months she'd been in this world, she still struggled with remembering to eat and maintaining a healthy appetite. Maybe Steve and these sorts of activities were just what she needed to help with that.

"That sounds perfect," she agreed with a wide grin. "I was actually feeling kinda bad you were gonna miss the real fireworks on your birthday."