[ It's something, getting used to actually having time again. They'd been bounced from one catastrophe to the next from the second they set eyes on each other again, culminating with Bucky in a freezer and Steve on the other side of a globe. Now this, now here, there's nothing pressing. Nothing distracting. Nothing exploding - right now, anyway.
Just downtime, and re-navigating.
Which, apparently, includes sharing some of the weirdest goddamn food he's ever had. He picked something that looked interesting in name alone, something that sounded vaguely like a Taiwanese dish he's had before, except what he gets back is... more art than food, he thinks.
At the offer, he shoots Steve a skeptical look and nudges his basket forward. ]
You tell me how to halve this thing and I'm all in.
[ Because he's got no goddamn clue. It looks like an octopus, but he knows it isn't an octopus. It's just in the perfect shape of an octopus, but it's deep fried breaded... something. It's got little crispy arms sticking out, a little crispy head, and he's... genuinely afraid to crack it open and see what comes out.
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Just downtime, and re-navigating.
Which, apparently, includes sharing some of the weirdest goddamn food he's ever had. He picked something that looked interesting in name alone, something that sounded vaguely like a Taiwanese dish he's had before, except what he gets back is... more art than food, he thinks.
At the offer, he shoots Steve a skeptical look and nudges his basket forward. ]
You tell me how to halve this thing and I'm all in.
[ Because he's got no goddamn clue. It looks like an octopus, but he knows it isn't an octopus. It's just in the perfect shape of an octopus, but it's deep fried breaded... something. It's got little crispy arms sticking out, a little crispy head, and he's... genuinely afraid to crack it open and see what comes out.
Like a little heart attack pinata from the sea. ]