"Did you eat like that in front of your dates?" Steve laughed - he knew Bucky hadn't, because he'd gone out on enough double dates (that had ended as no date for him and two for Bucky) to know that at least the jerk had better manners in front of the ladies. He couldn't blame Bucky for eating the way he was - hell, Steve had been doing the same, himself - and he moved to sit down on the bed, still gingerly because of his side, and watched his best friend go to work on that meal. "There's more where that came from, if you need it," he said, settling back a little, leaning against the wall. "This isn't the war. You're not on rations. But you will choke if you don't slow down, buddy."