"I'm not your parent, so that's on you if you wanna make shitty decisions that stunt your growth. I personally recommend waiting, though. You're short enough as is."

He barely has time to smirk before she crams the cold but tasty and chocolatey spoon between his teeth (teeth so remarkably white that he has to commend whomever groomed him during his time in captivity). Something about the familiarity of the simple chocolate batter makes him think of his mother. How she always somehow found enough chocolate to bake cakes every now and then despite rationing. She always made sure to give Steve some when he visited.

Bucky's youngest sister didn't enjoy chocolate, so she'd always slipped him her slice. As Bucky sucks on the end of the spoon, he feels something like a puzzle piece sliding into place in his mind.

Huh. This girl knows her stuff.

"Tastes okay." His mouth makes a pop as he pulls the spoon out. "For a boxed version."