She can't help the way she raises her brow, quietly pleased with his compliment, though it's hardly as if Peggy is going to say anything of the sort out loud. Can't have Barnes thinking that he's anything resembling charming, after all, only grown egos will come of that.

"You're disgusting," she says flatly, of his treatment of the peach, but there's no heat to it. "And I absolutely don't mind how long you might take to bake a pie or a dish, provided that it's not using the one that's currently in your mouth. I do have some standards about what I put in mine," she quips, unable to help the mischievous spark in her eye, as if a dare to see what Barnes will say in reply.