[Don't worry, Bucky. She's not that unsubtle when she decides someone deserves a treat. It's just that beer is beer, and it always tastes better when you pair it with a salty snack. Maybe also that she figures he's probably been too preoccupied with goop to eat enough that day and this is a decent side door. Dutifully she shakes a few chips out into his hand before she takes a few out herself and pops one into her mouth. She lets out a hum of agreement.] Yeah, it's a nice balance. There's this place nearby I get wings from sometime. They've got about two dozen flavors. A couple of them have the hot/sweet combo like these. I like the Hawaiian BBQ ones best, though.

[She takes a sip of her beer, settling back on her couch cushion as she props the canister up on the seat between them.]