That was a fair argument and Steve just laughed softly, shaking his head. He was absolutely going to continue making a mess, mostly out of stubbornness at this point, though the part that did it for her amusement wasn't small either. From their first evening spent together, he'd been invested in making her smile, bringing her any scrap of joy he could provide her. He only wanted that more the more time they spent together. The greater the feelings he was developing for her grew.

"I promised you edible pancakes," he pointed out lightly, "not good looking ones." Good looking really was asking too much. Even the few things Steve could cook, all old recipes, all from before the war, weren't nice to look at. By design for the most part, but not even artistic talent could save his cooking from looking a little messy.

Edible really was the most he could have offered.