Re: Bucky and Astrid
Bucky followed diligently, asking just for a glass of whisky when she offered. He let her return them to the table and instead started a plate of food, knowing he would likely take longer. He set it on the table in front of the trays and burners, carefully tipping whatever he wanted onto it before pushing it toward the next offering. He wasn't picky, mostly just taking some of everything. He hadn't found anything he disliked enough not to eat it yet. He kept the plate sparsely filled, not wanting to overeat and end up in pain like he had most of the time in his first few days here.
Hródolf's appearance near them was a surprise and not. Bucky knew how close the family was, but it was almost jarring to hear him speak so differently from Astrid. It made sense, but it was unexpected nonetheless every time. "It is...good. Loud. And crowded. But I like the sun. And the parks, and the air." Bucky picked up his plate, "I've found a place to store my things here. I'll figure out more when I have to come back."