[ it's not the most comfortable thing, being steve's size and having to sit on these dainty gingham blankets while surrounded by people who meet maybe two-thirds of his shoulder width. he used to the smallest guy in any room, but seven years is also seventy years and steve is both too used to his new bones and not nearly familiar enough.

which is why, when he's jostled by a newcomer who reaches for the champagnes (and wines, and steve is pretty sure a half-empty bottle of whisky had made its way into one of breakfast baskets), his irritation flares first before he remembers, ah, right. not a little pipsqueak anymore. ]

You sleep in those clothes, or do you just like wearing cigarette perfume?

[ asthma cigarettes; steve still remembers those little tins, with their modern paper labels glued to the casing. ]

Eating something solid might be good for you if you're planning on draining the rest of the bottle.