Well that was an idea. Steph had always been a good cook--or at least she'd trained his taste buds to think she was--so why would he pass that up?

With his free hand he pulled his watch out of the pocket and opened it up to check the time. "Yeah, we've got time before the shops close," he stated simply, then gave the picture a look, as always (more out of habit than anything just then), and snapped the watch closed and tucked it away again.

When they stood again, Bucky offered her his arm instead of just putting hers there like he had earlier. Once she took it he started to walk with her. "Where all do we need to stop? And you wanna do this at my place or yours?" It wasn't until just then that he didn't even know where her place was. And she'd never been to his place, either. Not his current one. Not that he was aware of.