"I guess we'll just have to prove them wrong, won't we?" Bucky asks with a smirk, leaning in as well. Sylvie is a small woman with a waist that Bucky can almost fit his big hands all the way around, but she can put away almost as much food as Bucky can.

"We'll just have to work it off later," he adds with a flirty wink, shaking out his napkin and laying it on his lap. "But how, is the question. A brisk walk through the park, perhaps?"

He's still smiling at her when the server comes over with the wine, uncorking it and pouring a tiny bit into a glass before handing it to Sylvie for her to approve of, he supposes. Once she does, he pours two glasses and leaves the wine on the table before leaving. Bucky picks up one of the glasses and puts his nose near the opening, but it just smells like wine to him. "Up to snuff, then?"