"That's what I was thinking, yes." She smiles and leads him slowly into the cafe. "I'm sure there's... What do they call it again, 'hard cider'? - if you really want it, but I thought we'd start with the basics."

Once they're over by the drinks station, she grabs them each a mug of cider and hands Steve his before grabbing a cinnamon stick for herself. It's a rather awkward thing for her to do with the claws on her gloves, but she somehow manages not to skewer more than one or hurt herself. "Did you want one?" she asks, motioning to the cup filled with the sticks. "Looks like they've got some cloves to add, too, if you'd like."