Her mouth tics to the side like she's trying not to laugh when he describes Steve as 'too blond.' That kind of teasing humor has a familiar pattern to it. It's no wonder that the three of them don't hang out often. Even though she's pretty sure that Steve kind of likes being roasted, she's not quite as sure that he'd enjoy it coming from two angles at the same time. "That makes sense. I know there's some statues and plaques kicking around those parts of the city." There's one particular statue of Captain America that Natasha loves, tucked away in some little park in Brooklyn. It looks nothing like him and locals keep putting funny hats on it. She's pretty sure it's the only one that doesn't make Steve turn purple with embarrassment when he sees it. Again: the roasting.

Her mouth widens into a grin when she sees him put the hat on, but she lifts a taco and takes a large bite before answering. It effectively shatters any notion he might have about elegantly eating tacos: there's no grace to it. She picks a piece of shredded lettuce off her lower lip and wipes it off on a napkin, seemingly unconcerned by the utter lack of dignity involved in that bite. "It looks good on you. You should consider adding it as an accessory for your tac gear." After all, nothing says 'stealth' like 'festooned birthday hat.'