"I am nothing if not honest," she grinned. "Except if it's going to be super funny. That's like, the only time I will be dishonest." And, really, that was the only time it would be worth it to her to come up with some crazy ass lie.
She gave him a skeptical look, but decided to take him at face value. He knew himself better than she did, after all... And lots of people around here seemed to heal fast. "If you're sure you're okay," she said, "we can definitely use an extra set of hands. But fast healing or not, I better not see you, like... lifting a Buick off a puppy or anything. Bucky would probably give me a disappointed look or something and I don't have enough forks to deal with that right now."
It struck Darcy then that Steve might not get the reference- which she doubted was an uncommon occurrence for him, all things considered, but that didn't mean she had to go and make it worse. The elevator arrived just as she started to question him on it. "Have you heard of the Spoon Theory? Because the Fork Theory is kind of like that, only it measures the number of fucks you have to give on any given day." She entered the elevator car and held her hand against one side of the opened door, ensuring it didn't close on him. He was carrying her casseroles, after all. It would be rude to let them close in his face.