Steve snorted and refilled the kid's water before going back to food, tapping the glass with a meaningful look. He might have given Stesuna alcohol, but he wasn't getting a child drunk. he moved to the stove, chewing his lip.

"I don't have soup, but I can do grilled cheese. Is that ok?" He glanced over his shoulder. Steve's cooking skills were . . . limited. He really ought to find someone willing to teach him, but since he mostly cooked for a bunch of lazy men, they didn't seem to mind eating the same five meals every week. Well, it was more that he made himself most of the food he ate and just packed up extra for his roommates. They didn't actually ask for the food, but they also made it disappear quickly enough too.

"I think I have some dessert around if you finish the sandwich. Um, are you gonna want more than one? I don't mind making you enough to be full. Once upon a time I was a teenager too." Although back then he hadn't been able to get enough to eat most days despite how hard his mother worked. After the serum though? He ate at least as much as even the hungriest teen, if not more.