It doesn't really feel like dinner. It just feels normal really. The way they're edging at each other, no more circling or not circling, than when they'd been running up the steps.

"You can't come, if you're not bringing anything-" And, yes, Steve really is gesturing with a piece of meat on the end of this fork. Looking all too pleased with himself, rather than at all like he's having a problem with how this is going. "-and then you lose by default."

He shrugged, still smiling, daring her to hit back, and knowing already that she'd find someway. That was Cath for you. Some people didn't like it, but he really couldn't get enough of it. "It's my house. I can totally dictate what people bring. I could even get the big man to guard the door until you people show up with the right things. On a list."