Bucky looked up. "Dinner? Definitely." He sat up and tossed the book aside - Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. "What'd you bring me, it smells good." He saw Sam's face peeking from around the corner and if he didn't look excited to see Sam, he at least didn't glare. Sam lifted his hand to wave at Bucky.

Bucky didn't stand, not sure if Sam would see that as a threat. They had talked, with the mirror up, and then Sam had slid the book under his door. Instead, Bucky looked to Steve, at the tray in his hand.

[Winter Soldier incoming as soon as Bucky sees the glass of milk in 3.... 2.....]