Since he's been home and back, Steven probably could break him with two arms (Thace would only need one), but point taken.

"Not hotdogs," Steven says with a shake of his head as he ushers Steve up the stairs. "Italian sausage, cooked in tomato sauce, with lots of melted cheese and buns that were brushed with garlic butter." And indeed, as they get further up the stairs towards the open door just past the landing, the smells of both garlic and tomato sauce begin to fill the air. "I guess you'd call them a glorified meatball sub? But they're smaller. We're making a bunch, so have as many as you'd like."