Bucky shrugged at the lifted eyebrow. "Place to start, anyway." He trusted Peggy for one. She didn't want to do it, she'd just tell him no. The sweet talk was mostly joking. Not that he couldn't try, but when Bucky was up for it, Peggy still had never really fallen for his attempts at talking sweet anyway. He liked that about her, mostly. He might resent a couple of things too, but that was Bucky's issue, and he'd never have said anything, even if he faced up to it.
It was probably a dumb whim to sink his teeth into ... but it'd been a long time since Bucky just wanted something for the sake of wanting it, and feeling good. So he was going to be stupid about it anyway. If it didn't happen, it wouldn't be because he hadn't given it a shot.
"Becs will eat the same thing every day out of stubborn, most of the time. But they send over gift baskets and things sometimes, and I'll catch her tasting stuff. I just never give away I see," Bucky said. Because if he did, she'd stop just out of pride.
Bucky dropped into a chair, taking a plate - amused at the matching, as always - and picking up a chicken fajita crepe that looked like mess enough he wouldn't have tried it in public. Scott was safe to dribble on his chin in front of though. He took a bite - managing not to drop anything, and then slouched back, chewing before answering. "Yeah? What'll he want?" People didn't do stuff for free, usually. Scott would help him without strings and Bucky appreciated that - but a guy he knew wouldn't have the same reasoning.