"I prefer the apples." Mary whispered from her seat on the other side of the kitchen table, hoping she didn't startle Bucky or Luke. With is metabolism, Sammy was still only sleeping three or four hours at a time and didn't seem to be taking well to the cold or the change in environment so she'd gotten up with him for some breakfast. "Though he says neither." She smiled, tilting her head to the bundle tucked in to her robe. "Morning."