Steve quirks a brow at Tony's description of the beard. "Idle," he replies, now that it's gone. "Pancakes look good." He states that proudly, because (and it's a little-known thing) when Steve started making pancakes, they were all different sizes, the batter was too runny, he'd burn the bottoms or the butter would be too much and actually seep through the finished pancake.

He doesn't expect there to be butter or cream, but he does love some pancake syrup (he likes maple syrup, but it'd be wasted on him since he adores the fake stuff.) He looks in the pantry for the powdered milk he put there at least two weeks ago. It seems to be rather well-hidden, but bam, milk powder and water, and he's made them both glasses of milk to go with their pancakes.