L.L. allowed him to pull away to tend to their meal with some reluctance. If it wasn't for the fact that ignoring the timer would have resulted in burnt food, she would have tried to coax Bucky to stay so they could continue their kiss. Alas, the food needed tending to and, as soon as the smell of the chicken hit her nose, her stomach started to grumble in anticipation.
As Bucky moved to get their dinner together, she decided to lend a helping hand by grabbing their glasses along with the bottle of wine and brought them over to the dining room table. She just finished topping off both glasses when he came over with the plates.
"Hmm looks good," she complimented as she took her seat in front of the prepared plate. She waited for Bucky to sit down before raising her glass slightly in a toast with a smile. "За твоё здоровье!" Her pronunciation of the Russian toast of 'to your health' left a lot to be desired, but she was trying.