"You should've let her stay in my room," he says. "Less of a hassle to get to." He doesn't even know Elle, though doubtless he's seen her around. Well, he's definitely seen her around because he's met Veronica. But anyway.

While Tony's still frying flapjacks, Steve takes the initiative to look around. Maybe they've got dried, or jam, or something. Anything to brighten up the plates, make it seem like they've got more than they have. He's a master of that, of making do and waiting until rewards are ripe for the plucking.