[ he honestly doesn't know why he expects her answer to be any different. with a grin and an incredulous shake of his head, he pushes off the frame and steps into the kitchen. it's best he stays out of the way. his metal arm is nothing but trouble, even though it's proven to be more helpful than bucky likes to give it credit for.
he lowers his head to taste what's on the spoon, brows furrowed as he licks his lips. after spending one hundred and six years having never tasted gumbo, it amuses him greatly that she thinks he's going to be able to help her. all he knows is to add more salt to everything. he cooks, but what he cooks is never as tasty and layered as what she brews. ]
It tastes great.
[ he knows that's not an answer and shows it with a sheepish look. sarah never seems to take compliments, just like she never tells him to get out of her house and find a hotel. the two correlate, even though they're apples and oranges. ]
no subject
he lowers his head to taste what's on the spoon, brows furrowed as he licks his lips. after spending one hundred and six years having never tasted gumbo, it amuses him greatly that she thinks he's going to be able to help her. all he knows is to add more salt to everything. he cooks, but what he cooks is never as tasty and layered as what she brews. ]
It tastes great.
[ he knows that's not an answer and shows it with a sheepish look. sarah never seems to take compliments, just like she never tells him to get out of her house and find a hotel. the two correlate, even though they're apples and oranges. ]
Does it have to be missing anything?
[ he's usually smoother than this, he knows. ]