It's a quiet murmur from Steve while he carves up a couple chicken breasts, one for Natasha and one for himself, before he tends to the steak to do much of the same. Nat watches him divvy up the food so that she can try some of the beef as well and can't help but to duck her head with a small grin. It's bittersweet, this. But it's almost fun. She thought she'd forgotten what happiness in any capacity could feel like.
"Careful on your way back, boys. Rocket's got the stuff for the cake." She can also see that Nebula's found the compote and the whipped cream from the fridge to top it with. Nat offers her a flit of a grin by way of thanks though it only gets her a blank stare in return before Rocket's got Nebula's attention well and focused on the cake.
"Wherever, huh." Rocket should know better. She's going to stick them perfectly even apart, making a little checkerboard distribution over the loaf cake with every single one of the candles in the box. When she glances back at Rocket she's quietly pleased with herself. "This will maximize the fire on the cake."
"You heard the lady, Steve. Your whole cake is about to be on fire."
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on 2019-08-31 09:22 pm (UTC)It's a quiet murmur from Steve while he carves up a couple chicken breasts, one for Natasha and one for himself, before he tends to the steak to do much of the same. Nat watches him divvy up the food so that she can try some of the beef as well and can't help but to duck her head with a small grin. It's bittersweet, this. But it's almost fun. She thought she'd forgotten what happiness in any capacity could feel like.
"Careful on your way back, boys. Rocket's got the stuff for the cake." She can also see that Nebula's found the compote and the whipped cream from the fridge to top it with. Nat offers her a flit of a grin by way of thanks though it only gets her a blank stare in return before Rocket's got Nebula's attention well and focused on the cake.
"Wherever, huh." Rocket should know better. She's going to stick them perfectly even apart, making a little checkerboard distribution over the loaf cake with every single one of the candles in the box. When she glances back at Rocket she's quietly pleased with herself. "This will maximize the fire on the cake."
"You heard the lady, Steve. Your whole cake is about to be on fire."