Steve's a little surprised when Natasha actually jumps up onto the counter. She's a pretty big cat right now, it seems likely that she's going to knock something over or lose her balance, but then again, Natasha has always been graceful. That's translated over to her animal form too.

"Well, I'm hoping that it'll just give me the meal already cooked," Steve remarks, but when he opens the fridge all he finds is a raw steak on a plate. He sighs and pulls it out. Maybe they would have been better off going to the dining hall. "And I can cook. Just some basic things." Granted, most of his learning on that subject had taken place in the 30's and 40's, so a lot of the recipes he knows are questionable.

He definitely doesn't have any idea how to prepare a steak with any kind of finesse. It'd probably come out overdone and rubbery if he tried.