"You don't have to do that," Steve murmured, but it was clear that the idea pleased him. "It would probably be a lot cheaper than getting all that stuff to-go, though," he acknowledged. Yes, he may have money now, enough to buy what he wanted and not have to worry about running out, but it was still a constant thing on his mind, and probably would be for a while.

Moving on to the bread, Steve untied the bag and pulled a handful of slices out. "Do they still say something's the greatest thing since sliced bread?" he questioned aloud, getting the condiment jars and starting to apply butter to a few slices, before getting the mustard. "I remember when they first started slicing bread before selling it, everyone thought it was amazing. And then suddenly all these modern conveniences and new inventions were being called 'the greatest thing since sliced bread.'"

He found himself more at ease with asking her questions like this, especially since they were alone, not surrounded by people. He hadn't realized just how much being physically intimate with someone would change things, but at least right now, he wasn't embarrassed asking her about something he didn't know. "They tried banning it during the war, too," he continued. "Said something about the wrapping had to be thicker for sliced bread than unsliced, to keep it fresh, and it was a drain on needed resources. They even told bakeries with their own slicing machines that they had to stop using them. Only lasted a few months, though, finally the higher-ups came out and said 'actually, it doesn't save as much resources as we expected, and there's plenty of paper ready for it already, so yeah, go ahead and start selling it again.'"