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"That's true," Bucky muses as he looks over the menu. He'd planned on paying because he asked her on a date, but she's the one with the magic credit card. It'd probably be more practical to split it. Sylvie's not the type to get offended if her meal isn't paid for, and that's kind of a relief. Bucky was raised to be a gentleman, and it comes naturally to him, but it was part of the reason that modern dating had been so baffling to him on the few dates he'd gone on in New York. But now he's with Sylvie, who also has no idea what she's doing in this particular arena, so they can figure it out together.

When their server comes by, he waits for Sylvie to order the wine and then Bucky looks up at him with an almost wolfish grin. "We're going to start with the large appetizer sampler for now."

"That's usually ordered by our larger groups," the server says, his tone more friendly and informative than judgmental. "It feeds four to six people."

"We're aware," Bucky says plainly, shooting an amused glance at Sylvie. "We can handle it."