Sam shook his head and laughed, unable to help himself, flipping one over to read the plot synopsis on the back, and then let out another crack of laughter. "Oh. You have got to be kidding me, Barnes. These are gonna be awful, thanks." He put the bag into one of the drawers of his desk- no way he was leaving them out to be seen, thank you very much. "I don't understand how they can be so awful, but I just keep wanting more of them," he admitted.
Sam smiled wryly, and looked around. "Yeah. It's... not really me. I get a say, I just.. not a lot of you come in, so it doesn't get as much use as I'd like, so I tend to not spend a lot of time in here," he told Bucky. "I gotta do something though, it's ridiculous looking, right?"
He blinked at the joke and the forced smirk, and he cracked a laugh. "Oh, oh, I see, the big man from the clothing district's got jokes. Funny, ha ha. Quartz statues maybe. Some sculpture. If I ask real nice, will you make me some curtains and a rug?" he teased back.