"You tell and I tell about these," Steve countered, unwrapping the flowers and looking around the kitchen for something vase like. He settled for a tall glass.
"Hey, leave that alone," he said over his shoulder, and set the flowers in in with some water. He was supposed to cut those too, wasn't he?
He turned to nudge Tony away from the lamb before he ate it all. "I have not. You should have told me you wanted to go. I kind of have a night planned. Dinner first?" he compromised.