steve's luck with things that fly is nonexistent, really.

[enshields]

Who: Crew of the Bloodsport, anyone who'd drop by!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Anywhere on the ship.
When: 12/13/15 specifically, but you can really pick and choose as much as you would like as far as dates go. Get your mingle on!

ps: as an aside, the bit of media that Steve received was a 'Star-Spangled Man' USO performance so if anyone wants to have seen that so hilarity can ensue, feel free.

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[enshields]

[Did you just seriously call him a bird. Don't think that French name is lost on him for a minute, Robin, wow. Steve raises both eyebrows before turning back to his food.]

Well, Christmas is coming. Maybe you can go caroling.

[Excuse his sass. Or don't. Your call.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[oh, he has not yet BEGUN to bird.]

I only recently learned what Christmas is, but I'm going to assume that was funny.

[so. that's how that goes.]

[enshields]

[That settles it you are getting presents from your pilot. After a moment's consideration (and yes, the jaw thing) he even decides what it'll be. Then he continues idly without missing a beat,]

I'm hilarious. Now [ahem.] eat your food. [He makes a pointed gesture with his own implement towards Robin's plate.] There's pie for desert. If you don't know what that is, don't ask, you'll break my heart.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I know what pie is.

[AFFRONTED, he rolls his eyes... but obediently goes back to stabbing at his food. he sounds as comically offended about this as he can:]

And I am delighted.

[enshields]

Good. [An exaggeratedly delicate sniff.] Wouldn't want this hard work to go to waste.

[He smothers a grin as he says it, and cleans up the rest of his plate with a broken-off piece of biscuit. Then, it's a matter of getting up to grab the pie. And it's his Ma's recipe, so you better appreciate.]