Seeing Bucky take off his jacket and hang it up prompted L.L. to do the same. "It's nice. Definitely feels homey," she replied with a smile as she hung her new leather jacket next to his. Her gaze followed his to the picture sitting on the mantle. She couldn't see any details from where she was, but she could tell it was an older photograph and held some significance for Bucky. He wouldn't have bothered to look over at it while talking about the place being the closest thing to a home he had if it didn't.
She wandered over to the fireplace while he removed his prosthetic, taking the chance to get a better look at the picture while he was busy. She gingerly picked up the framed photo and brought it close to study the faces of the family. The boy was Bucky, younger and fresh-faced, but it was definitely him. That meant the girl had to be his sister and the two adults were his parents. This was the first time she'd ever seen a picture of his parents and it made her realize that Bucky didn't really talk about his parents. She knew that they had passed away when he was younger, but little else was said about them and she didn't feel it was her place to push for more information. Someday he might reveal more about his parents, but it will be when he felt comfortable doing so.
Placing the photograph back onto the mantle, L.L. turned around to see Bucky in the kitchen surrounded by various ingredients and cooking utensils. "Ahh... you're cooking?" She asked in surprise and with some apprehension. Bucky didn't cook, or at least didn't cook that much. He had said as much when they were in hiding. "I thought you didn't cook?" She immediately made her way to the kitchen to see just what the heck he was planning to make. "We're not having spam, right? I swear if you're making spam we're gonna fight." That last statement was said with some humor.