[He wants to smile back, at least to be nice, but it’s damn hard when he doesn’t know her very well. Instead he looks at the mugs and wonders silently why they’re different. Not that it's bad, Bucky likes a little variety. It just doesn't seem to fit this place. So he makes up a story in his head on how two different types of mugs were needed in the cupboard. It’s a really short story. He looks up when he’s done because she asked a question, and he shouldn’t ignore that.]
Maybe a little.
[His body needs more calories now, and he's still getting used to managing the right amount between necessity and his own accord. It's a weird divide now that he's had food that sometimes tastes better than the sunrise.]
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Maybe a little.
[His body needs more calories now, and he's still getting used to managing the right amount between necessity and his own accord. It's a weird divide now that he's had food that sometimes tastes better than the sunrise.]