#Of steves friebds who was really henry nvm ill explain later

[amomentxofhappiness]

"Hey, don't trash on Brooklyn. It has a fair and the ferris wheel! Great place for a second date I've been told" he tested and almost couldn't believe he had said that. Oddly enough the fact that she was, well, not human, made him more at ease. He had long simce accepted the fact that he wasn't either. Yes, he got hurt, he had his brushes with death but he felt closer to Carole and Thor than to regular humans. He was a human, he knew that but he was laso so much more. And being with humans had proven... difficult (not that he had been with many since getting unfrozen).

"I don't know about fashion because I spent years in suits too big for me or the uniform after but manners I do miss. Chivalry is not appreciated in this century," he laughed at his comment and shook his head. "Wow i am over a hundred aren't I?" He teased capturing a line or two of her hair over her forehead in his drawing. It was starting to come together, Persephone surrounded by flowers with a boney crown, cradling a pomegranate in her hands.

Without looking away from his drawing he lifted his eyebrows, "really? I would've taken you for someone that likes sweets above all else." That was a little surprising. Also closer to his heart. Chocolate cake he loved, and sharing it when Carol was in planet but apple pie he couldn't live without. "I will have to agree though, we may not have democracy all that perfected but pie? No one can beat us at apple pie. Uhm-" he wondered about her latest question. "Christmas, it brings everyone together, even people who don't follow any religious beliefs. And New York at christmas... I've always loved it." He said looking up at her trying to shove sad memories down again. Putting the pencil down, he turned the paper so it'd face her. "When I was young it had more skulls balancing the flowers but it doesn't feel like you," he admitted with that same soft smile.

"Wanna get out of here? I'd like to show you something," he added softly and then thought for a moment. "Liz does a great apple pie and we can get some to go. Or eat it here up to you."

“ I'll see what I can do to help. I have a few resources that I could inquire with. Even if the space ends up being in Brooklyn. ” She finished almost half of her meal while she listened, enjoying the conversation and the food equally. “ I do miss some things about the 40s. Manners. Fashion. ” It was a very casual comment in passing. Wistful. Dreamy. The updos she wore to dances were to die for. The process not so much.

Leather? Oh she would very much want to see that. After living as long as she had, she really had no desire to filter most of her desires. Sure there was something to be said for right place right time, but the thought was there unprovoked all the same. Let it be a compliment she paid later, should the opportunity arise. Persephone very much had appreciated that her comment caught Steve off guard. It had been time to lighten the mood a little. It was getting a little solemn for a first date. Not something that she had an issue with, as long as there was a healthy balance. The rest of her plate she finished while she waited for Steve to finish ( whatever he was planning ). Once she saw the paper she couldn't deny that she was curious for the end result.

“ Oh! Pie. Absolutely. Cake is far too rich for my tastes. Americans have perfected pie in all formats. ” She picked up her drink in front of her, suddenly wishing for coffee. “ Not even a contest. Favorite holiday? ”