Bucky nodded, his smile sad. He opened his mouth to say how long it had been, over seventy years, but hesitated. Steve was struggling with a lot of information right now. Bucky at least was somewhat familiar with Derleth’s strange power to rewrite reality, and had dealt with multiple sets of memories before.
He saw it, when Steve got the full effect of the stew, suddenly becoming awash in a thousand memories. Olfactory and gustatory memories were among the strongest - as Bucky was well aware. His nose and taste buds had guided him through that recipe just as much as muscle memory. So he set down his own spoon and reached across the table for Steve's hand.