"I told you, I didn't have much food." He also just woke up, so. Kind of a shitty animal caretaker. Most responsible folk would have been up by now, fed their four-legged friends, accomplished more than breakfast. Bucky is on his feet, so. Expecting anything more than that might be asking too much.

The offer of breakfast is met with a suspicious, wary look. But Bucky eventually relents and nods.

"Fine. I'll go get cleaned up." He could probably shave a bit. Put a shirt on. Make himself look marginally more presentable. Although other than a couple of formalwear pieces he's not sure he has anything that doesn't have a hole in them.