“Don’t remind me,” he crinkles his nose. He supposes it’s lucky he doesn’t feel his age, but… it makes a lot of things really strange when he thinks about it too long. Steve is… probably the only one that can really understand how that feels.

“All right,” he says with a soft laugh, “I’ll take those stakes.” He scans their options, smirking a little at her own comments. “Play any cards?” He asks, eyeing the old playing deck perched in the shelf, glancing back over his shoulder at her. “Poker? Spades? Gin?”