Steve lets himself be ushered up the stairs, trying to catch a whiff of the sausages once they reach the landing. It definitely smells better than anything he’s ever cooked up himself. His stomach growls as he inhales the scent. He’s very glad they aren’t waiting until after fighting to eat now.

“Woah...” he says in awe, following his nose towards the kitchen. “I’m gonna eat so many of those.”