❝ it’s not mums cooking by any means, but you get used to it… you know, eventually. ❞ there’s half a laugh, more genuine now that they can afford a second’s breath to joke. twisted iron spoon idly scrapping against the bottom of a steel tin before he jerks his chin at the other. ❝ they got any better where you’re from, cap ? ❞
▐ ❛ &&. @rettvis ( ! ) // poked the heart.
❛ not entirely. ❜ he smirks, light - hearted quip spilling over identical tin as he shoveled another rationed heap toward his mouth. there was hardly a taste ( aside the briefest hint of basil ) & compared to what little steve had consumed the past few days, he’d take any sustenance he could afford, especially days like today. ❛ compared to what i normally eat, this is the best i’ve had in weeks. ❜
