He's not the oddest person she's met here and the last thing Steph is going to do after the second world war and a Chitauri invasion is call attention to someone's scars. She smiles back and nods her thanks, peering into the little bowl. Blues and greens, she'd think blueberry, maybe blue raspberry, green apple. Some of the odder flavors but if it's the one he's offering, she's not going to presume.

"Nice of you," she says instead, reaching for one. It's a darker green than she'd expect for apple, but it's not like the future hasn't surprised her before. When it comes to food, it's generally a pleasant one.

--although popping it in her mouth and taking a quick chew has her expression twisting.