It seems Sam isn't the only one who is an affront to fashion everywhere. Zemo wrinkles his nose briefly, but decides against arguing. Better to simply replace the items slowly before Bucky can think to properly protest it.

"It's hardly food, James." And maybe Zemo isn't one to talk really -- he was happily eating what food remained in Latvia after all. But he'll eventually put aside his judgement over mac and cheese once they get to the restaurant and seated at a table.

There's a shake of his head at the question, lips curling into a wry smile as he reads over the menu, trying to decide what it is he wants. "You know, James, that is a question my son would always ask."

He looks up over the menu at Bucky, his smile turning a little more teasing. "I would always tell him to at least try one new thing, and if he didn't like it, then he could have the pizza."