Fury smiled at her as he cut into his steak, and then kept sawing at it. That was the first hint that something was amiss. He took the first bite and had to fight to keep his smile in place. "Good," he said immediately and then, "Chewy." When he could finally swallow his bite of steak he quickly took a few gulps of beer then stared dubiously at the mashed potatoes. Perhaps sticking with the chewy steak was safer.