Without knowing much about her culture, he could appreciate the beauty of it at least. It seemed like a more interesting place than Indiana. "Nah," he responded while adding more honey than was probably necessary to his tea. Maybe he should consider rodeo as a career path, if he somehow managed to get away from his obligation to the wizarding government. Unlikely as it was. So far his only other ideas were a goat farmer or an astronaut. Both had seemed appropriately distanced from the rest of society, although the whole legally dead thing complicated matters. He wasn't sure what a rodeo entailed, but if he got to spend more time with horses and cattle than people, it was an improvement over how things were now.
The tea was a bit hotter than he anticipated, and Bucky quickly pulled the mug back from his mouth, glad he didn't get more than a small scalding sip in. He darted his tongue over his burnt bottom lip in attempt to soothe it. "My middle name is Buchanan," and the simple explanation was the only one he'd been given, so he doubted there was much more of a story behind it. He had warmed up to it, because people seemed far more comfortable than when addressing him as James, and it was the only compromise he could really offer when he couldn't give more of himself. When he couldn't even do something as stupidly basic as know a friend's birthday.