Her lips curve upwards with delight at his grumbling, but seeing as there was no shirt habits to speak of, they can move on without anyone's feelings getting hurt. It's still so strange to have him here, especially when in the past, he's come on the heels of or before Steve, but right now, Peggy doesn't need that heartbreak and grief. She just needs a friend and Barnes is one of them.

Maybe, if he remembers, at least. "No pancakes to speak of, I'm afraid," Peggy informs him, not sure that this is awful news. Then again, she'd never really grown up in a home that had pancakes so much as cold cereals and the occasional egg. "It was mostly fish and grains and whatever greens we could drudge up. I did the knifework, left the cooking to you so no one got poisoned."

"I'm afraid I haven't even seen what we might need for pancakes," she says, "but I wouldn't say no to them."