It was something he was becoming familiar with, along with her penchant for making promises with very large clauses that allowed her to pretty much do what she wanted, even if he thought it was too much. She had a way with words, did Rogue, and it was both exasperating and delightful to him.

"So we wouldn't starve," Steve repeated drily. "Nice. Alright then, kitchen lady," he teased back, "sounds like you're running the show, so I'll have what you're having." Probably about three times as much, but that was about normal for him compared to how much other people ate, anyway.

His reasoning was two-fold: she'd said she'd eat with him, so if she made what she wanted to eat, she'd be more likely to eat more. And he'd eat about anything anyway, but he was confident in her cooking skills by this point.