"That's right. None at all," Steve replied, smiling at Peter.
He moved on to safer topics after that. When the food came, the conversation died down considerably as Steve tucked into his plate. His metabolism required copious amounts of food, and he had no complaints about the taste, so he ended up asking for seconds. He snorted out a few chuckles at the mildly awed and horrified expression on their waitress' face. "I can eat," he told her, grinning. He would later get a slice of rhubarb pie to go for Bucky.