"They snap, but their bite doesn't hurt." Funnily enough, they don't respond well to prodding either. Zemo likely wouldn't like them.

"It was quiet. Peaceful." Took some getting used to, especially trying to do everything with one arm, but Bucky had loved it in the end. He never thought he would ever be that safe around children, but the whole community had embraced him. Would have lived out the rest of his days there if he could, if they let him stay. He suspects the elders wouldn't have minded, but it wasn't his path in the end. And he didn't want to bring them any trouble.

It was the kind of place where the nightmares had stopped, for a while. He misses that most of all. He's got the peace and quiet out here, some shambles of a routine. Having a few animals that depended on that routine didn't turn out too disastrously. The nightmares came back, though. And he didn't really have anyone to talk to frankly about them. Receiving counsel from an elder isn't the same as a therapist's 57 step program.

"Thinking of a holiday?" That'll be a bit awkward. Zemo's kind of persona non grata there.