Look if Zemo was going on the run and he had absolutely no access to any money, he'd be eating out of the trash too. It wouldn't be all sunshine and roses or anything like it is now. Both of them should stop judging him.

"So you wouldn't enjoy watching me eat pizza?" Bucky asks with a raised eyebrow. Yes, he's making funny faces while eating his squid ink pasta, confused and licking his lips and pensive and back to confused all over again. Pizza's probably messy, too. He'd never use cutlery.

"Sure." He nudges his plate of squid ink pasta closer towards the centre of the table and takes a forkful of carbonara while he's at it. Figures Zemo would pick something with bacon. It is a tamer choice but Bucky can't say if he prefers one over the other. Maybe he'd pick the carbonara solely because of the familiarity of it. But he's content with the squid ink, much to his own confusion.

"...I thought I'd hate it." It's weird to just be okay with new and different things.