He could tell his question caught her off guard, but he was relieved when she didn't tell him that she was fine and didn't need his help. The small smile she gave him eased his nerves a bit more, and he reached out and took the bread from her. He moved over to the toaster obediently, dropping four slices in and setting it to toast them. "Plates?" he asked, glancing at her sideways as she worked on cutting up the tomatoes.

Bucky eyed the toppings she'd picked. He knew he liked cheese for sure. The rest -- he hesitated a second then shrugged. "Everything's fine," he told her, because truthfully he wasn't picky. He didn't think he had been before, either, but things like that hadn't really come back to him. He supposed it was ultimately unimportant. He could figure it out now as he went along, anyway.

He couldn't remember ever having blinis before, but he knew what they were. Sort of. "Will you show me how to make them?" Because for whatever reason, puttering around the small kitchen felt sort of familiar. Normal. Maybe he'd liked to cook at some point in his life, before the war and HYDRA?

"Water's fine. Thank you." At least the words of gratitude were starting to feel less foreign as they rolled off his tongue.