Those wouldn't have been the words Bucky would agree with. He kept silent as usual because it was unnecessary to shoot down Steve, ever. He was always so positive. No matter how bleak. And stubborn. Bucky would never be normal and he'd grown to accept that. But he could appreciate little things, like the sunlight, and the view of said window. The company of a friend he didn't deserve.
His eyes squinted a little as he tried to remember the place Steve was talking about, eyes looking back up at him with curiosity. "Was it the one we couldn't afford toppings for?" There was something. A part of the memory singed away from the electrical pulses into his brain. "They sold the slices so cheap..but made their money on the toppings." He said under his breath in almost a sad laugh, glancing back up to Steve. Hoping he remembered correctly. "Delivery seems to be the new thing now, huh? Can you imagine it back then...like a luxury."