Bucky was stunted and changed by the Games, by years as a Capitol Victor. He used to be a people person, the kind of guy who understood that people could be shitty, but just liked them and trusted them anyway, until they gave him a reason not to. He'd made friends with anyone and everyone, flirted, been outgoing. It'd been a long time since he was that guy. But Bucky did like Sam. He just knew Sam came with the Capitol. Peggy slid in under that wary alert because she'd been there from the start. Sam had come later, when Bucky was already broken. Bucky had already not known how to function as the same kind of trusting.
He laughed. "You'll love 'em. Do the one about the love potion first. It's great. So fucking stupid." Bucky dropped down to sit, metal hand fisting and unfisting as soon as Sam said official. But then Bucky blinked at the question and smiled wryly. He looked around. "Well ... I wasn't gonna say anything ..." he teased.
He shrugged. "It looks like the doc's offices. I figure they just gave it to you and you didn't get a say," Bucky admitted. Since it didn't look much like Sam. Even if Bucky was never sure how much of Sam he really knew at all, it still didn't fit with the personality he projected. "But you're from 2, so I didn't know if you'd make it any better. What do they put up to decorate in two? Rocks?" he said, smirk only a little forced.