Just let me know when. I've been known to re-arrange my schedule for good pizza.
[Not really. But she's not exactly opposed to it either. Life has always been complicated, and that just seems to compound with every passing year. She figures as long as she can keep moving forward that she's at least in decent shape. One foot in front of the other. Which was another part of why all that loss had been so hard.]
Course not.
[The answer is delivered with easy conviction. Anyone else would have believed it - she's a natural born liar that was trained from her earliest memories. There's a good chance it won't fool him, but she's banking on him not calling her on it the same way he had when he broached the subject.]
Buffalo. With ranch. [He says it with the speed and conviction of somebody who's ordered the same thing over and over again since before she was born. He's not entirely unadventurous, but unless nudged or having it done for him, he isn't likely to take the plunge and try something different.
Although, apparently there are blue cheese people and there are ranch people. While he doesn't necessarily feel strongly one way or another, ranch seems like the safer, tamer option.]
...I'll try anything that doesn't have pineapple in it. [And that extends to pizza too, so. No pineapples with his pepperoni.]
[It's clear by the look she gives him over the top of her menu that she's going to rib him about his basic choice of wings. It'll be good natured, but still. When he tacks on that he'll try anything sans pineapple, she can't help but smile a little.]
It doesn't taste fruity when it's mixed in with the sauce. It's just a little sweet kick. Do you want to come up with me to order or wait here?
[Bucky isn't particularly ashamed that he's a basic bitch when it comes to wings. Anything too over the top - even if pineapple doesn't taste like pineapple anymore once it's been cooked - and they'll be sitting there all night with Bucky glaring at his food like it personally offended him somehow.]
I'll wait here. [He has no reason not to trust that she can't get their order. Even if he is a little wary of getting pranked by an adventurous order.
And, you know, maybe he wants to check the place out visually. Watch her back. Can't do that when they've both got their backs turned to the front door. He'd rather force himself to try something a little weird than get jumped, however slim the likelihood of that is.]
[Natasha's at ease as she slides out of the booth. None of the casual diners will note the quick way she checks her exit points and assesses the people around her as she joins the line at the counter. She doesn't doubt that he'll notice. Or that he's probably doing the same thing.
When she reaches the employee at the register, she orders six BBQ wings, six buffalo wings, then adds on three garlic parmesan and three sweet and spicy wings. Look, she can't resist the opportunity to see if she can get him to try something out of his comfort zone.
When she returns to the table, she's carrying a receipt with their order number on it and two glass bottles.] Cream soda or root beer?
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[Not really. But she's not exactly opposed to it either. Life has always been complicated, and that just seems to compound with every passing year. She figures as long as she can keep moving forward that she's at least in decent shape. One foot in front of the other. Which was another part of why all that loss had been so hard.]
Course not.
[The answer is delivered with easy conviction. Anyone else would have believed it - she's a natural born liar that was trained from her earliest memories. There's a good chance it won't fool him, but she's banking on him not calling her on it the same way he had when he broached the subject.]
So, what are you thinking on flavors?
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Although, apparently there are blue cheese people and there are ranch people. While he doesn't necessarily feel strongly one way or another, ranch seems like the safer, tamer option.]
...I'll try anything that doesn't have pineapple in it. [And that extends to pizza too, so. No pineapples with his pepperoni.]
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It doesn't taste fruity when it's mixed in with the sauce. It's just a little sweet kick. Do you want to come up with me to order or wait here?
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I'll wait here. [He has no reason not to trust that she can't get their order. Even if he is a little wary of getting pranked by an adventurous order.
And, you know, maybe he wants to check the place out visually. Watch her back. Can't do that when they've both got their backs turned to the front door. He'd rather force himself to try something a little weird than get jumped, however slim the likelihood of that is.]
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[Natasha's at ease as she slides out of the booth. None of the casual diners will note the quick way she checks her exit points and assesses the people around her as she joins the line at the counter. She doesn't doubt that he'll notice. Or that he's probably doing the same thing.
When she reaches the employee at the register, she orders six BBQ wings, six buffalo wings, then adds on three garlic parmesan and three sweet and spicy wings. Look, she can't resist the opportunity to see if she can get him to try something out of his comfort zone.
When she returns to the table, she's carrying a receipt with their order number on it and two glass bottles.] Cream soda or root beer?