"A what? A snack? Is that a thing?" Steve asked, looking giddy. "I like that. I might have to use that some time." His eyebrows crept up his forehead as he went on listening. "Oh. Wow. So it was a he? Nah, I'm not worried. Mainly curious." He tried to seem unbothered, but he couldn't help himself.
It wasn't a few seconds before he tagged on, "Was his name Barnes, by any chance?" He took off his jacket and stripped down to his undershirt, putting his things on the counter by the register while playing it cool. He then took the roll and cleaner from Peter and made a beeline for the nearest shelving unit, looking away to hide the blush on his cheeks. Give yourself away much, bucko? Truly, these were the kinds of subjects that should never be brought up without a beer in hand. But Steve had failed to bring any. He wouldn't have wanted to presume. Besides, he was more of a social drinker, so BYOB wasn't anywhere near the top of his thoughts. He cleared his throat, efficiently making short work of the dusty surfaces in his wake.