Maybe he should learn to cook Italien then, Steve thought as he watched Bucky's enjoyment of his risotto. He can't tell which one Bucky like better. "Which one do you like better?" Risotto was probably beyond his skills no matter how much he practised but spaghetti he thought he could manage after a few tries. It looked simple enough; just sauce, pasta, beef and seasoning.

"I try to cook as much as I can but there's days like today that it's just easier to order in. Is there anything else you want me to cook next time?" Steve's already done meatloaf several times again at Bucky's request. He huffed a laugh at the order and picked up the pace of intake, since Bucky apparently is done already. (Steve refused to acknolwedge that he spent far too much time ogling staring at Bucky instead of eating.) "Yes, dear." He returned back. Soon enough he's eaten all the rest of his risotto as well as the rest of the greens and feeling sleepy.

"Let me clear out the garbage and then we can get some sleep. You can go ahead first if you like."