Bucky blinks, a little speechless at her playfulness. It's still not something he's quite used to again yet. Someone not looking at him in fear or apprehension...or in control. But then, he can't help but laugh.
"Not into the whole Hansel and Gretel thing. Kinda morbid, don't you think?"
He folds his arms over his broad chest.
"Where'd you learn all that anyway? Witch school?"
It's nice to have a companion who can cook or bake, at least. He could do it, but really has more important things to worry about, more that weighs on his mind.
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20/5/16 15:46 (UTC)"Not into the whole Hansel and Gretel thing. Kinda morbid, don't you think?"
He folds his arms over his broad chest.
"Where'd you learn all that anyway? Witch school?"
It's nice to have a companion who can cook or bake, at least. He could do it, but really has more important things to worry about, more that weighs on his mind.