Bucky glanced, humming in thought for a moment, snagging one of the bottles and one of the little containers that he put the mashed up fruit in. "What do you say buddy, baba, or nanas?" He didn't talk down to Luke. He only shortened words to something he knew his boy could say. And shook each as he identified them.
Luke looked from one to the other. And held his hand out toward the food. "Diss."