The only thing that would have stopped her from cooking for Steve would have been if he really didn't like the idea, but the fact that it so clearly pleased him had her already planning out the things she could make. Good southern-style fried chicken, Cajun jambalaya, and all sorts of casseroles... Hearty home cooking to help take care of that appetite of his.

She listened to him talk and marveled yet again at the fact that he really had lived so long ago, long enough to have seen such monumental changes to the everyday lives of Americans. "It's still strikes me as strange sometimes when I think about all that you got to see and experience back then, and yet you're here now with me," she commented, loosening her arms a little so she could slip around to his side, still wrapped around him and with her hand over his heart, but able to look up at that handsome face now.

"I have some memories from back then, but most of them are from Erik during the war in Europe," she admitted, pressing another kiss to his upper arm, lightly and quickly so as not to bother what he was working on. "They do still say that, though, about sliced bread. It's more common in the older generations, but it still comes up in everyday conversation, even when people don't known the significance of it."