Steve makes a sound that is definitely a snort - but a fond, slightly damp one. He tilts his head so it knocks, very gently, against the top of Winter's.

"And you always give me the bigger half," he says; but just this once, he doesn't protest. He takes the half he's offered with his free hand, and takes a bite. "Next brownie's on me," he adds, his mouth only a little full.

Because there will be another. A lot more, really, he hopes.