Whether or not Steve could drink in celebration or defeat and get anything out of it other than the taste, he couldn’t deny that he understood the urge to do so some days. Sam’s words then had his smile widening. “Yeah,” he said, tipping his head, brows furrowing in mock seriousness. “Sure, I remember seeing something like that in the Geneva Convention. Article 35, right?”
“I’ll point you to the bar later, if you want, but I’ve got to say food first,” he patted the flat expanse of his stomach as they reached the door to his room, “The buffet’s better than decent and if they might stare when you go back for plate number five, they never cut you off.”
Even had he not had a metabolism like a freight train and a caloric requirement that would make a SEAL in training blush, Steve would still be impressed by the idea of All-You-Can-Eat buffets. There were few places he could try one without drawing undue attention to himself, but there in the Nexus it didn’t seem to matter.
He unlocked the door, opening it to wave a hand toward the interior, “Just drop your gear anywhere.”
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“I’ll point you to the bar later, if you want, but I’ve got to say food first,” he patted the flat expanse of his stomach as they reached the door to his room, “The buffet’s better than decent and if they might stare when you go back for plate number five, they never cut you off.”
Even had he not had a metabolism like a freight train and a caloric requirement that would make a SEAL in training blush, Steve would still be impressed by the idea of All-You-Can-Eat buffets. There were few places he could try one without drawing undue attention to himself, but there in the Nexus it didn’t seem to matter.
He unlocked the door, opening it to wave a hand toward the interior, “Just drop your gear anywhere.”