Steve didn't know anything about the nuances of how to keep someone alive if you didn't give them food, but he understood what she was speaking about, at least marginally anyway. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, thinking for a second, what he could say that might be able to help.

"When I was younger... I had diabetes. From what I understand, how they handle it is a lot more sophisticated now. But back then, they basically told you to starve yourself, at most you could eat oatmeal or serafina. It'd get to the point it didn't matter if you were hungry, because the stuff you had to eat wasn't appetizing, and it started to just... What was the point? So... I don't really understand, not exactly, but I do know, I want you to keep your strength up, an' the only way I know how to do that, is if you eat something. At the moment, we have sandwiches..." he nodded over toward the door, where the bright stars-and-stripes cooler sat, abandoned and all-but forgotten. "Or we have cupcakes. I'll eat whichever you want."