Steve laughed, making it an exaggerated scoff at her matter-of-fact statement. "Wow," he told her, loosening his arms slowly before letting her go, using it as an excuse to slide his hands along her back before turning to open the fridge. "You don't pull your punches, do you?" He pulled out one of the sandwiches he'd stored last night, and the few pieces of food left from their picnic. Perfect breakfast. And yes, he was going to eat all of it. And still probably not be entirely full.

Setting everything down at the island to eat, he stopped just before sitting down. "Oh! I do haaaaave...." he pointed toward the overhead cupboards, moving his finger slowly, trying to remember which cupboard it was in. He finally moved again to the fridge, reaching into the small half-cupboard above it and producing─ a round gold tin, with lighter gold embossing, opening it and displaying the packets inside. "Chamomile tea. Apartment warming present from Natasha." He wasn't sure what that said about either of them, that she seemed to think he needed to relax, or that her gift was so... very un-Natasha-like.