"You should look Peggy up. She's an expert and if you impress her, she'll probably take pity on you." Maybe. Tea was one of those sacred things to a lot of the English, though he didn't think Peggy took it quite that seriously. Then again she might just be nice to him because of who they were to each other.

Steve didn't worry too much about rings on surfaces, he was too much of an obsessive cleaner for anything to really stain. The apartment was immaculate, but at least it wasn't clinically sparse. There were bits and pieces of his and Bucky's life sprinkled around, interesting things they'd picked up in hell.

"I can be a grown-up when I have to be, but I've also been here for years. I've had time to try and find a way to live with it all. That helps." Steve listened to the man talk, fascinated, "You mean where you come from Hell and Heaven aren't the biblical concepts made flesh?" Which . . . sounded a lot more formal than he'd intended and Steve felt his cheeks flush a little in embarrassment.