Watching her face as she took a bite, Steve was enraptured. He tilted his head down and kissed the delicate part of her wrist, just below her thumb. Looking at the bite she'd taken, he gave an internal sigh. He took another bite of the cupcake, and then offered the last piece to her. It was a little on the bigger side, but he'd noticed when scrutinizing the batch earlier that there were two of each flavor in there. He could always have more. And if it was the best way to entice her to eat, maybe he'd ask her to bake him another batch. Usually, Steve hated being an imposition - but this wasn't selfishness, he had an ulterior motive that was for her own good.

He'd have to make sure to compliment all of her food (which wouldn't be difficult, as everything she'd made for the picnic had been delicious), and offer to share it with her every time he had some.