Wanda followed Sam easily, keeping his pace as they walked towards the inn. "Sure." That was something that she knew how to make and she looked forward to putting a little elbow grease into beating the eggs.

"Did you used to cook a lot?" She asked, hoping to distract herself from the empty feeling inside of her. She knew a lot about Sam's military career, practicing at HQ, but she didn't know what he did when they weren't fighting. He lived alone, as far as she knew, it'd make sense that he cooked. That or he lived off of take out but for some reason Wanda didn't think that stuck.