[Regifortis]

Steve wanted to shoot that down...but he felt how hungry he was and looked to his stomach. For all he knew, Loki did give birth to a horse. For all he knew, Loki was an actual god and not just Marvel Comics intellectual property. Nothing really made sense in this universe that he supposedly lived in his whole life.

"Uh, yeah, sure. It smells great!" It did, but he didn't really take the time to notice what it was. He didn't care. He was having an open conversation with someone about his problem and not being called a freak: that knocked down so many walls that he swore he could feel the shockwave of the force it took to knock them down. Will said all that so casually, it was mystifying. What an odd day.

...The more he thought about it, the more Steve realized that there wasn't anyone else with whom he'd rather weather through a storm than ol' William Alderman. Sure enough, there was more to him than Steve initially thought. He just wished John and Murray had considered that very thing about him...but the whole situation was very forced; maybe it couldn't be helped. And the fact remained that they did THAT, so Steve just considered that chapter of his life closed and put the bowls next to the pot.