Natasha peeks her head in the kitchen, taking a moment to savor the scents that make a pleasant mix in the air. It's easy to see that Rogue has pretty much the entire process seemingly under control, but preparing a feast for this many people seems like a daunting task, especially to Natasha.

"Hey," she speaks in greeting, a smile flitting across her lips. "It smells amazing in here. I'm impressed. Do you need another set of hands for anything or would you rather I just stay out from underfoot?"