Steve was peripherally aware of Rogue wandering around the kitchen (he was always aware of his surroundings, now, but part of his attention seemed hyperfocused on her, and probably always would be, a little), so he didn't startle when she wrapped her arms around him, just slowed the motion of his knife, setting it down as he said in a mild, teasingly-scolding tone, "You're gonna distract me." He pulled one of her hands away from his stomach, tilting his head down to kiss her palm, before placing it back on his chest, over his heart, and smoothing his hand along her arm before reaching for the knife again.

Moving from the tomato to the lettuce, he deftly cut the stalk off and began peeling leaves away from the heart, stacking them neatly off to the side. "I thought you might like the kitchen," he teased, smiling in pleasure, and glad she couldn't see it. "I'd tell you you could use it any time you like..." he grimaced. "But uh... I don't really have very many cooking instruments, or utensils, really, for the kinda stuff you probably wanna do. If it needs more than frying in a pan or cooking on a griddle..." He shrugged lightly, careful to not disrupt her hold on him. "I mostly eat from one of the stores down the street. It's nice having so many options now - and there were plenty Before, too, so that's saying something."