Bucky had seen her wander to the mantle and study the old photograph of his family. He was glad though when she didn't ask about it. As a child Bucky had idolized his father and the fact his father had been in the Army. Losing his father had been hard. It was why he was grateful he had been allowed to stay on base and essentially become a base rat until he was finally of age to join.
But L.L. had asked about his cooking and he grinned a bit. "I never said I couldn't cook," he countered. "I just don't cook often." He continued working, glad he had prepped what he could before the shopping trip. Pausing for a moment as the oven began heating up, he got down two wine glasses before tugging a bottle of wine out. Using a corkscrew, he popped out the cork and began pouring them each a glass.
"Figured you'd enjoy a home cooked meal of chicken parm." He held out the glass of wine to L.L., a smile on his face, hoping she would approve.