"Nothing wrong with being short." A hint of a smile could be seen on the soldier's face. He'd been friends with Steve no matter his size when they were growing up. And frankly, he'd never been one to judge, nor was he in any position to. Those things weren't really important to him.
The mention of season tickets gave a small anxiety in the pit of his stomach, but he kept silent so as not to put down something that would make Steve happy.
He glanced up at the sky to nod in agreeance to Jane's point. "They should be fine, so long as the field doesn't flood." Though Bucky wasn't privy to up to date game knowledge. He did take advantage of leaving his seat to get into the aforementioned assortment of foods. Especially hot dogs. "Either of you want something as I build my platter?"