Steve & Bucky
Bucky looked up, startling a little. It wasn't that he was not paying attention necessarily, he'd come to expect Steve's footsteps apparently. That, and he'd been woolgathering in his own mind. "Nah, they're behaving so far. Though, Ginger is gonna have a mouth on her." There was a hen that was reddish colored who had four chicks, Bucky had taken a shine to her. She'd been the most prickly, and he'd felt a bit of a kinship. He'd named her Ginger in his mind so he was sharing it. Steve, had gotten the other hen, a black and white one with four chicks to name. God only knew what horror he'd thought up.
"I was thinking her chicks for now are A, B, C, and D, while I come up with appropriate names to fit their personalities." He gave Steve a smile. "Can't sleep or feeling lonely?"