She opens her mouth to protest, but her stomach rumbles and she shakes her head at herself, amused. "Okay," she admits. "I am hungry. Let's have a little something to eat."

Stepping back, she lets him go, only to take his hand in hers and lead him over to the table. There's a large amount of fresh fruit, of course, cut up and whole, both, and cheeses, along with some of the Wakandan dishes they've both come to like. "You must be getting a little peckish, too. That super soldier metabolism must burn like the sun."