Steve hadn't done himself up too much, a shower and some cologne, dark jeans and a shirt in the shade of blue she always said she liked, he wanted to look good for her but this wasn't meant to be formal or uncomfortable.
He sat down with her, sitting around the corner of the table from her rather than across, wanting to be a little closer. It was a whole chicken on the table-there had been three all together-but he'd already taken the meat off the bones so he reached out for the plate and offered it to her. "Maryanne made it for us. She wanted to practice for when she reopens the diner." he let her know, waiting for her to take what she wanted before taking his own. "But maybe you could teach us some, me and Bucky. I want to help more with it."