Rumlow left and hit the store on the way home, aware that he would basically be feeding an army regardless of any meal that Rogers might have packed away. He had seen the guy eat before, had even made friendly bets on the size of a meal the man could pack away - he lost of course - but he knew the actual numbers of calories required. A little midnight snooping at Rogers' medical records would do that, though he had almost been caught on that excursion.

He went home and made up both healthy and extremely unhealthy snacks up before he hit the couch for a nap of his own. He was woken by Rollins, who he told to get bent somewhere unpleasant before casually informing the man he was having a special guest over. Rollins cursed, clearly having lost some bet or another relating to who managed to convince Rogers to do something.

He put the television on just before seven, set out the snacks, which included a single plate of veggies and some chip dip that had too much cream cheese to be healthy. His place was always spotless to begin with, so he just changed into something comfortable and casual when the door sounded and he padded barefoot to answer.

"Right on time, Rogers," he said and opened the door to all the big blond inside. "Shoes off at the door, but otherwise, the rules are simple. Enjoy yourself. Bathroom is down the hall on the right and the light is just on the inside. Kitchen is there, beer is cooling... unless you're the kind of guy who likes it room temperature?" In which case, just plain get out of his place.