Tony isn’t a huge fan of raisins, but he’ll eat them in a pinch if he has to. He’s not really sure how well they go with pancakes, though after he’s finished eating the main course, he’ll probably grab a handful just to get the taste of the syrup out of his mouth.

“There’s more batter,” he responds, cocking his head toward the bowl on the counter as he carries the two plates over to the table. The plate with the larger stack gets set down on Steve’s side. “If either one of us is still hungry after this, I can make more.”

Pulling out his chair, Tony takes a seat. “Seriously, eat as much as you want.”