Okay. Steve likes this guy. A lot. In some ways he reminds Steve of Bucky with the recklessness and his sense of humor. God knows they are all going to need people like that with everything going forward. The more people are laughing the less likely they are to find stupid reasons to fight or withdraw. Rebuilding this place was going to need every single hand they had available.

"When you get that spiralizer up, you gotta have me and Buck over for pasta. We got some good, simple ways to make sauce. Best of the Depression Era Cookbook." Which, actually, Steve was going to be breaking into a lot. Having more potatoes than you knew what to do with and little to no meat? Yeah. Yeah, he has been there. Maybe he should open a restaurant.

Steve waits a second and, when Tommy doesn't seem to be dropping or having any bad effects, smiles wide.

"Good. So far, at least." Steve looks over his shoulder and back towards the way he'd been coming from. "We could probably grab some more for you to stock up on, before we try to head back?

"Only if you promise not to lap me too many times."