"If I knew it would get me an invitation, I might have brought it up sooner—"

Bucky is about to say more, but he's spared having to figure out what he intends to say next when the waiter reappears. He slips in with their first course, setting plates in front of Natasha first, then Bucky as he leans back to make room.

He glances up at their server, watching the young man pale, then nods and mutters a thanks to send him scurrying off.

"Looks good."