"Well, we'll order a lot and if it comes to blows, we'll try not to leave any casualties," Bucky replies dryly, lifting his gaze from the menu to return her smirk. "Do you want to split a bottle of wine? You can pick. I have no idea what any of this means."

He hands her the wine list because once it's broken down beyond red, white, or bubbly, Bucky has very little idea how to interpret any of it. Sylvie could very well be in the same boat, but she was born in a palace. Perhaps she'll have a better idea. "I'm good with anything."

His attention turns back to the food menu and he lets out a low whistle, brows climbing as he turns it over to look at the other side. "This all looks good. I'm too hungry to try and narrow it down."