"I have enough nice things. My shirts have no holes and my boxer briefs still fit." That's what Zemo means by 'nicer things', right? Surely that's enough for anyone.
"And I eat things other than mac and cheese." Oeznik has been broadening his horizon just fine without Zemo's intervention. But that's a two-way street where Oeznik is also being introduced to the horrors of pop tarts and frozen dinners. So far they've both managed to survive their respective culinary adventures.
"I don't know what's wrong with mac and cheese. It's the best." It's cheap, and all you have to do is open the cardboard box, poke the plastic sheet cover full of holes, throw it in a microwave for 5 minutes and the meal is sorted. All you have to wash afterwards is a fork.
He doesn't bother arranging the shopping into a neat side of the boot, since they're just going to slide around in the car until they fill up the back with more stuff - and he's pretty sure Zemo's going to get more stuff, either coming back here or somewhere else - so he just leaves the bags standing upright as he climbs back into the driver's seat and heads back to the Italian restaurant.
It is a proper place, not American staples passing for an Italian restaurant like an Olive Garden, but it's a blink-and-you'll-miss-it signboard and a chalkboard menu out on the footpath sandwiched between a row of shops; you'd have to wonder how Bucky managed to spot it while driving. It is thankfully not a fancy place even if it is a little quieter, and they get shown to a table right next to the window and left alone to browse the menu even though Bucky seems distracted by what's happening outside the window, by what's happening across the dining table and what's happening past those swinging doors into the kitchen, looking basically everywhere except for the menu. The wall is lined with an impressive number of wine bottles and there's multiple forks and knives on the table, a sure sign that this is the kind of place Oeznik would approve of.
"Am I allowed to order pizza?" He's pretty sure the answer is no, but it's worth asking anyway...
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"And I eat things other than mac and cheese." Oeznik has been broadening his horizon just fine without Zemo's intervention. But that's a two-way street where Oeznik is also being introduced to the horrors of pop tarts and frozen dinners. So far they've both managed to survive their respective culinary adventures.
"I don't know what's wrong with mac and cheese. It's the best." It's cheap, and all you have to do is open the cardboard box, poke the plastic sheet cover full of holes, throw it in a microwave for 5 minutes and the meal is sorted. All you have to wash afterwards is a fork.
He doesn't bother arranging the shopping into a neat side of the boot, since they're just going to slide around in the car until they fill up the back with more stuff - and he's pretty sure Zemo's going to get more stuff, either coming back here or somewhere else - so he just leaves the bags standing upright as he climbs back into the driver's seat and heads back to the Italian restaurant.
It is a proper place, not American staples passing for an Italian restaurant like an Olive Garden, but it's a blink-and-you'll-miss-it signboard and a chalkboard menu out on the footpath sandwiched between a row of shops; you'd have to wonder how Bucky managed to spot it while driving. It is thankfully not a fancy place even if it is a little quieter, and they get shown to a table right next to the window and left alone to browse the menu even though Bucky seems distracted by what's happening outside the window, by what's happening across the dining table and what's happening past those swinging doors into the kitchen, looking basically everywhere except for the menu. The wall is lined with an impressive number of wine bottles and there's multiple forks and knives on the table, a sure sign that this is the kind of place Oeznik would approve of.
"Am I allowed to order pizza?" He's pretty sure the answer is no, but it's worth asking anyway...