Becca's approach to food sounded similar to his own. The dismal availability in Twelve had made him stubborn, too, although his wariness was grounded more in fear of change than a stubborn need to defy the Capitol. New things, new experiences, were hard to swallow, given that the last time something new had happened to him he'd ended up in an arena fighting for his life. Sticking to the same bland fare made his life a little more palatable, which wasn't an easy task.
But certain exceptions could be made for crepes.
Scott circled the breakfast bar and settled in beside Bucky, taking a plate and fork for himself. "Money. Probably a little more than he'd ask of anyone else." He pulled the box of savory crepes toward him to poke around at the variety inside with his fork, selecting one that seemed to be full of vegetables and sawing it in half - just in case he didn't care for it. Waste not, want not. The fork was sufficient to cut the crepe, and he tried a bite, chewing thoughtfully. Not bad was the official verdict. Enough to finish the half he'd carved out for himself, anyway. "Depends on how hard to find that stuff is, I guess."