Bucky rolled his eyes. "You say that, and just makes me want to pour out a cup of real syrup and down it, you know. I'd do it, so if I do - 'syour fault, Peg. You egged it on. Maybe I'll just start pouring syrup in there instead of sugar and then you'll feel bad for giving me the idea." He wouldn't ... probably. There was a reason Bucky and Steve had been friends. Bucky usually had trouble backing down from a dare too - he just had slightly more sense about it, and a little more size to back it up, growing up.
Bucky watched Moo, laughing and then leaned forward, picking up a napkin and swiping at her before she could just try to bat at the napkin. It didn't do much for the milk on her whiskers. "I figured, couldn't be too dire or you'd have shot me down. Just means you could still try, though." Or not that they knew of yet. The webbed feet could happen later. "I'll go easy," he promised again. He would. If nothing else, being that light would make everything else feel too heavy, if he did it too much, probably.
"Don't count on it," Bucky said, watching as Moo tried to climb down Peggy's arm and toward her plate. He stood up, extracting her gently and then sitting down again, tucking her into the crook of his metal arm very carefully and then feeding her a couple of bites of eggs. Moo looked disgruntled about being moved, but deigned to settle for the eggs. She was plainly doomed to be spoiled. "Glad I didn't burn anything," Bucky said, eating bites between feeding Moo - who was getting more of his attention. "So been a decent trip? Worth the ride from the Capitol to slum it with us?" Bucky teased.