That explained it. "Shepherd's Pie," Bucky said. "He went with something he couldn't screw up if he tried, he'd gone through it so much. Smart. Probably tastes better than it did when we were kids too - can afford all the good fixings to put in, now. His Ma was great with it though, no matter what she had to put in."
There might have been too many years of silence between them, but Bucky still knew Steve pretty well, aside from what the years had kept a mystery. Bucky thought Steve changed less than Bucky himself. It was ... something he liked knowing, even if it could sometimes frustrate him, too, because it felt like a gap between how they understood one another, now that they were trying again.
Peggy wasn't like that. Peggy wasn't from their world, but she understood both of them pretty well, and she understood how to navigate her way around the Capitol. She was a rare Capitolite who actually gave a damn. There were probably little details of growing up in 8 she wouldn't think to know - but overall, Peggy seemed to have some kind of knack for understanding her charges. The two that lived, anyway. Bucky hadn't been much help by way of mentoring the rest of them, but he imagined Peggy had done her best to make it as easy as she could on them, the way she had for Bucky. It was just an impossible task.
Bucky turned his head away from the food long enough to watch her move with Moo aboard, grinning a little and then turning back to flip the sausage in the other pan. "Sure, thanks. Three spoons of sugar, nothing else." He watched the food critically, then added as he worked. "Wanted to thank you again too - for the stuff you got me. It helps. Once in a while." Bucky gave her an impish little grin. "Should try some, Peg. You'd like it too."