[Aww yeah. Sam raises his glass in a salute to Bucky, now that he's managed to stop trying to cough up this lungs due to the spice.]

Good man. I knew you'd see things my way. As a compromise, I promise to bring out the real kind of butter and maple syrup for you to use on the pancakes after the garage is clean.

[He's not above using underhanded methods to get his way, all right? And Bucky still eats less than Steve does (even if it's kind of close), so he's obviously the better option to rope into this.]