[He's honestly not sure if she eats as much as Bucky does or not - if so, they're set, if not, it's not like Steve can't finish it off. There might be an apple or two for later, balanced on the very top - hey, if you're going to have peak human dexterity, reflexes, and balance, why not put them to good use?] Was I supposed to?
[He sounds totally innocent, because it's not like they won't make more (and he didn't take it all); he's not quite looking at her as he slips inside to set everything down on the desk - his cabin doesn't include his kitchen, but that's okay, because it doesn't need to. Not like he's much of a cook, anyway, and they usually eat in the mess, but the desk can always pull double duty as a table when it needs to.
When he does finally get a good look at her, he sort of pauses and blinks - oh, well, okay. It's a little weird seeing her wearing his clothes, but not in a bad way. He doesn't mind. It's just... a little strange, for a second - and maybe a little funny, because he remembers swimming in other people's clothes (and sometimes his own) almost as much, not so long ago.] More comfortable? [he asks - because okay, honestly, he's wondering if Bucky really needs to wear the Army-issue stuff all the time. He gets keeping the room, and maybe wearing the uniform does make this seem less like a vacation, too. But he's still convinced Bucky wouldn't die or suddenly get lazy if he had something more comfortable to sleep in.
Maybe Becky can explain that one, who knows.
First, though he gets to work dividing everything up and pointing at the desk chair for her; he can eat perched on the side of the desk, that's kind of what he does half the time at home, anyway.] Dig in. And we can try and figure this... thing out. I mean - whatever there is to figure out. [Because she thinks this is normal, and he doesn't, and... he figures maybe they can meet in the middle.] So you've... always been here? Like that? I mean, that's how you remember it. [That obviously being as a girl, very articulate.]
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[He sounds totally innocent, because it's not like they won't make more (and he didn't take it all); he's not quite looking at her as he slips inside to set everything down on the desk - his cabin doesn't include his kitchen, but that's okay, because it doesn't need to. Not like he's much of a cook, anyway, and they usually eat in the mess, but the desk can always pull double duty as a table when it needs to.
When he does finally get a good look at her, he sort of pauses and blinks - oh, well, okay. It's a little weird seeing her wearing his clothes, but not in a bad way. He doesn't mind. It's just... a little strange, for a second - and maybe a little funny, because he remembers swimming in other people's clothes (and sometimes his own) almost as much, not so long ago.] More comfortable? [he asks - because okay, honestly, he's wondering if Bucky really needs to wear the Army-issue stuff all the time. He gets keeping the room, and maybe wearing the uniform does make this seem less like a vacation, too. But he's still convinced Bucky wouldn't die or suddenly get lazy if he had something more comfortable to sleep in.
Maybe Becky can explain that one, who knows.
First, though he gets to work dividing everything up and pointing at the desk chair for her; he can eat perched on the side of the desk, that's kind of what he does half the time at home, anyway.] Dig in. And we can try and figure this... thing out. I mean - whatever there is to figure out. [Because she thinks this is normal, and he doesn't, and... he figures maybe they can meet in the middle.] So you've... always been here? Like that? I mean, that's how you remember it. [That obviously being as a girl, very articulate.]