It's a very simple setting. Most of the vegetables have been simply roasted before being set out on a platter and the fruit salad is nothing more than chopped fruit combined into a large serving bowl. The bread Natasha definitely didn't make. She and Rocket asked around until they found a working bakery to buy several loaves from. It's been sliced roughly and laid out with an assortment of simple spreads to put on it. The pound cake and fruit compote though, those Natasha did make.
No one but she and Rocket knows how many attempts it took and it's going to stay that way.
"I really appreciate the work you put into this, Nat." Steve means it, too. He knows better than most how much work something like this must have been considering how much of it's fresh and not processed food. Even if it had been the effort was still made. On his behalf even. It's touching. Steve didn't think he could feel this way anymore.
For others, yeah. But for himself?
"I can get behind that." Steve sets his own beer aside to get up and get the three of them sturdy paper plates to hand out. But he'll insist on Natasha getting herself something first. She made this, she should enjoy it. A compliment Natasha doesn't quite brush off. She had plenty of help from Rocket but she knows better than to volunteer that information if he hasn't himself.
"Looks like steak, burgers, and grilled chicken's on the way too." Steve gives a low whistle. He's damn impressed by the selection. "I don't know how you managed that but it smells great. Wait, I know what that is--Thor if you have never tried potato salad you really gotta. Homemade like this? It's real good stuff."
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on 2019-08-18 12:43 pm (UTC)No one but she and Rocket knows how many attempts it took and it's going to stay that way.
"I really appreciate the work you put into this, Nat." Steve means it, too. He knows better than most how much work something like this must have been considering how much of it's fresh and not processed food. Even if it had been the effort was still made. On his behalf even. It's touching. Steve didn't think he could feel this way anymore.
For others, yeah. But for himself?
"I can get behind that." Steve sets his own beer aside to get up and get the three of them sturdy paper plates to hand out. But he'll insist on Natasha getting herself something first. She made this, she should enjoy it. A compliment Natasha doesn't quite brush off. She had plenty of help from Rocket but she knows better than to volunteer that information if he hasn't himself.
"Looks like steak, burgers, and grilled chicken's on the way too." Steve gives a low whistle. He's damn impressed by the selection. "I don't know how you managed that but it smells great. Wait, I know what that is--Thor if you have never tried potato salad you really gotta. Homemade like this? It's real good stuff."