Bucky shrugged one shoulder. “Yeah.” he pulled out a chair so Steve could sit before he took the other one at the table. “It sounded like we did pretty good at it, and I liked learning with Ma. I could do some with Isabel and the mom once she’s not so busy with babies. Then if that door does ever open up we could still go to France for a while so I could get better.” Bucky put Steve’s coffee in front of his empty plate and then started cutting the pastries in to a few pieces each so they could try all of them. “If you wanted to of course, I don’t mind if you want to stick with the med bay, I’m sure Ma could use some help on the farms or I could find something else to do.”