"Something to eat," he answers, just a bit of a pout on his lips. There really-- isn't much, is there? Even his cabinets were likely more stocked in Latvia. But he's made it on less in his life, in far more dire circumstances than having a roof over his head. So he'll just go about collecting the oats and poking around for pans to begin it in.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you?" It's not really a question. "I will handle breakfast, but the least you can do is come and join me."

It won't be anything terribly fancy -- just the oats with some milk if Bucky has it, water if he doesn't. He can top it with the bit of fruit he spotted in the pantry. It will certainly be a bit different from plain rice at least.