Lord, she loved hearing him laugh like that. If she could bottle the sound of that laugh, she would listen to it everyday, because it was so glorious. As it was, she'd just have to be more determined in her efforts to make sure he had reason to laugh like that all the time.

Rogue watched him go to retrieve the box and got her potatoes ready, washing and cutting them into smaller pieces. She heard his muttering as he'd intended and couldn't stop her own grin in response. "I'll be over there in just a minute," she told him. "It's really not all the difficult once you know how."

The potatoes went into a skillet with some oil and a good dose and seasoning and then she left them to start cooking, moving into the living room. She paused beside Steve on the couch, taking a look at the provided cords, and then stepped over to the television to peer at the sides and back. "Oh yeah, this isn't that bad."