Natasha's eyes lift to watch the waiter, and she glances back at Bucky when he pales. Her mouth pulls to the side as she holds back a laugh, and instead orders a second round of drinks before the waiter makes his exit.

She has to agree - the roast on her plate looks perfectly done, there's a vegetable medley with some kind of glaze drizzled on it, and mashed potatoes sprinkled with chives. "It really does," she agrees as she picks up her fork and brings it to the roast, finding that it's tender enough to take a piece without a knife. "By the way, if I knew you were waiting for an invitation, I would have made one a lot sooner."