Somehow, Eva had smoothly transitioned from their polite conversation in the hallway to Captain America, aproned-up and spatula-armed. Honestly, Steve was just happy that she hadn't taken his comment about his expectations poorly. She'd even expressed her gratitude for his being there and her own lingering feeling of dread. Steve felt pretty good about the progress he'd made already, even if his tower of cream did have an ominous lean to it. He'd barely gotten a chance to answer her question about his level of comfort in a kitchen before her class had noticed his presence. No, Steve hadn't been a good cook, until he'd binged watched most of the how-to shows on the television network devoted entirely to food. Which still blew his mind, twenty-four hours of nothing but cooking shows... But Steve couldn't judge, his late night marathons had caught him up decades. Like Eva, being a super-soldier meant one needed less sleep than the average person. Which led to many nights of doing pretty random things, but it wasn't as if Steve didn't need the time to catch up.
When Eva spoke to her class, Steve could tell how effortless teaching was for her, and surprised himself with how quickly he shifted into pupil mode. And he was impressed with the way her gentle tones gained the students’ focus, even in the face of such tempting treats... and mutant powers. A few had kept their eyes on him, and Steve smiled, glad that Eva had had most of their attention. He'd spoken in front of dozens of classes since he'd been thawed out, but he doubted this group needed any extra encouragement - from what he'd read they were surrounded by heroes. He chuckled when Eva mentioned his job on the pie, meringue, it seemed was not his forte - yet. "You don't have to tell me twice." Steve assured her, and grabbed a fork. The blueberry pastry tasted fantastic and he quickly took a second bite in case she had any doubt. "This is just great." Captain America gave his seal of approval, with a series of nods and a lick of his fork.
He removed his apron when Eva did, but made no attempt to move away from pie... he hadn't eaten anything since his breakfast granola bar. "They seem like a good group, better behaved than teens without amazing abilities." Steve said of the kids, after he'd bid farewell to several of them that had lingered after the bell.