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Nodding, he picks the domes up off of their plates and accepts the wine glass back from her. His stomach rumbles when the scent hits him and he takes a sip before setting it between their plates and picking up his cutlery instead. It's like the perfect comfort food at a time like this, a thick cut New York strip, buttery mashed potatoes and crispy green beans with sea salt. He'll have to thank Fury for feeding them so well :)

"So this was the best idea you ever had." The steak, he means the steak.