"I think they blended it out so you just got the crust flavor but not really pieces of crust. The more we talk about it, the more I want to try it," she muses, shooting him an amused look.

Their waiter returns, rather abruptly, and sort of...rushes through his intro for the evening. It's a fixed menu, but if they have any dietary needs, they can meet them. With a faintly entertained expression on her face, Natasha says she's fine with anything. After he gets Bucky's answer, he turns to leave, then turns back and says 'drinks?' "Well, I'd love a moscow mule," she answers, eyes on the waiter.