[Sam likes strong flavors, but he has to prepare himself in anticipation of spices, otherwise they sneak up on him and conquer him soundly.]

Least I can do for forcing manual labor on you. That garage hasn't been cleaned out in about two years, so you'll be earning those pancakes.

[He carefully clinks his glass against Bucky's.]

To seal the deal, yeah?

[Also that promise not to snitch to Steve about what happened tonight. That part in particular seems to mean a lot to Bucky, so he'll do his best to cover for him. Speaking of which...]

Okay, so. If we're going keep Steve from finding out about the jail thing, we have to have our stories straight.