Rogue's laughter set Steve off, almost giggling at the absurdity of the whole thing. "I─ not really?" He laughed again. "I've never really tried? It was always coffee, when I was growing up - which I also couldn't really drink. I've had tea, sure, but it was always just black tea, or this weird herbal stuff Old Lady Tao gave me that tasted─ well, it tasted disgusting. But I'm still alive, and she swore it would make me big and healthy." He glanced down, at his obviously big and healthy body. "I guess it worked." He giggled again.

He couldn't believe, ten minutes after waking up from a nightmare, that he was laughing. Probably too much, acting a little punch-drunk from the adrenaline high, but it just felt good, to laugh and goof around and... be himself. Punk dork that he was.