"Well, that goes without saying," Bucky replies with a smirk of his own, though his expression softens when she squeezes his hand. He stares at her for a long moment, just enjoying the sight of her under romantic lighting, only looking away when their server returns with a large platter of food.

"You weren't kidding," he says to the guy, squeezing Sylvie's hand subtly before sitting up to let the server put the plate down between them. He points to each dish to name what it is, and though Bucky only recognizes about half of the items, it all looks delicious. He thanks the server, who gives them a skeptical look.

"Do you want to order anything else?" He asks, and Bucky gives Sylvie a thoughtful look. "Or should I come back later?"

"Mm, those croquettes looked pretty good," Bucky says to her, nose crinkling with amusement. "What do you think?"