He glances at her again when she thanks him, then just shakes his head, bringing the beer bottle over to her. "You're welcome, but it's really not a big deal. I was plannin' on makin' food anyway, and..." he flashed her a smile. "I have the feeling you won't make much of a dent in all the food I have to make for myself. It's nice to have the company."
The chicken is dumped over the pasta and stirred a few times, before the sauce gets poured over it and set on the counter closest to the table - unfortunately the table isn't big enough for both the food and the plates, but it's a minor inconvenience. Next the garlic bread is pulled out of the oven and added to the pile already plated and moved next to the pasta. Lastly, Steve pulls a salad bowl of mixed greens out of the fridge and drizzles Italian dressing over it, before it gets deposited beside everything else.
Plating everything, Steve grimaces as he sets down in front of Rogue what is obviously a cereal bowl, full of salad. "Sorry. I don't do much entertaining, so my standard tableware is a little lacking." Setting a plate of pasta with 2 slices of garlic bread down in front of her, he makes up his own plate, with at least twice as much of everything as he gave her, before sitting down. "If you want seconds, no problem. I just--" he gives a kind of nervous, self-conscious laugh. "It's only been a few years, for me, but it's still hard to remember what 'normal' servings look like. First I couldn't eat a whole serving, now I have to have at least 3."
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Date: 2018-03-15 05:15 am (UTC)The chicken is dumped over the pasta and stirred a few times, before the sauce gets poured over it and set on the counter closest to the table - unfortunately the table isn't big enough for both the food and the plates, but it's a minor inconvenience. Next the garlic bread is pulled out of the oven and added to the pile already plated and moved next to the pasta. Lastly, Steve pulls a salad bowl of mixed greens out of the fridge and drizzles Italian dressing over it, before it gets deposited beside everything else.
Plating everything, Steve grimaces as he sets down in front of Rogue what is obviously a cereal bowl, full of salad. "Sorry. I don't do much entertaining, so my standard tableware is a little lacking." Setting a plate of pasta with 2 slices of garlic bread down in front of her, he makes up his own plate, with at least twice as much of everything as he gave her, before sitting down. "If you want seconds, no problem. I just--" he gives a kind of nervous, self-conscious laugh. "It's only been a few years, for me, but it's still hard to remember what 'normal' servings look like. First I couldn't eat a whole serving, now I have to have at least 3."