"Banana species." He sounded doubtful, but he's seen stranger things, so who knew. "I guess that makes more sense than a great big banana conspiracy." He still had his doubts, though.
Fingers flicked back through the book, looking at checked off things, some fondly, some not so fondly. Some was just .. weird. "There's some stuff that isn't bad. A couple of people and bands that are about making music and not .. the stuff that passes for it. Even a few modern swing bands." Finding those had made his eyes light up. Them and the crooners that were coming back into fashion. "The clubs are scary, though."
When Bucky reached out for his hand, Steve turned his palm up, so they could knit fingers. It didn't have to mean anything, if they didn't want it to. But it was a solid connection point and he really appreciated it. The warmth of the other's hand. "After..? Well. We wouldda come home heroes, that's what. A good pension and bragging rights." He wasn't sure the Army would have let him go, to be honest, but it was nice to dream. "I would have finished art school and you would have trained all the dumb kids enlisting. Drill Sarge Barnes."