[ His mouth pulls into a crooked smile. They don't do surprises on this scale anymore: a lot of the lustre's gone. Besides, there was never any room for that kind of grand gesture, and Steve's not about to get into the habit of it now. Bucky's enthusiasm is unrestrained, and Steve is viciously carving out places where his friend is still allowed innocent wonder. ]
It's that fruit punch they give us on Saturday lunches.
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It's that fruit punch they give us on Saturday lunches.
[ Buck's favourite. ]