“That sounds like a better idea,” Steve agreed. Though not a comment on his lacking skills this time so much as a wish for her to improve. He had no problem with spending as much time as it took learning to do the things that would make her happy but it was unquestionably better for her to simply recover.

“Breakfast can be on you next time,” he added with an easy smile, finishing up cooking, scrambled eggs really were something already in his repertoire though they were clunky and a little over cooked, and joining her at the table with a mug of coffee for himself. “But for now, I’ll make you all the pancakes you can stomach until you’re on your feet again. Properly on your feet.”

That needed specifying. For as long as he still had to help her walk at all, she wasn’t being released from his attentive care.