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[Yep, that was the reaction he'd been looking for. He takes a sip from the water they'd been given, and tries to remember what he knew about the dessert - he'd been pretty amazed when he'd first found out about it, too.]

They scoop out the ice cream into balls and freeze 'em till they're good and hard, then coat them with stuff like sugar-cinnamon and cornflakes, then they're frozen again. In some cases, that's what they serve to customers because the crunchy coating makes them seem "fried".

In other cases, like this place here, they take the coated frozen ice cream and fry it up really quick before serving.

[He smiles at Bucky knowingly.] Want to share one after the tacos?

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[ he listens intently to the definition - recipe? - but it still confuses the ever living fuck out of him. frozen things, when tossed in a fryer, melt. don't they? what sort of mad freaky deaky science is this?

still. it sounds like possibly the worst, least healthy food item imaginable. it'll probably give them all heart attacks. it sounds awesome. ]

We're getting two.

[ obviously. ]

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Go big or go home. [Sam laughs and tips his glass of water towards Bucky in a salute.] I like your style, Barnes.

Now, as much as I'd like to let you gorge yourself completely on ice cream, let's get some protein in there, too, okay?

I guess we'll have to limit the beer to a bottle each. Steve will kill me if I get drunk on top of your impending sugar rush.

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No other way to go about it, man. [ well, have a matching glass-tip salute in return, mister. ]

I guess you can't really do an all-ice cream diet nowadays, huh? [ pity. but oh well, Sam's right, and it's been a while since he's-- well actually he hasn't gone out for tacos since he remembered his name so it's pretty tempting to just order one of everything.

matter of fact: ] One of everything too much? [ except quacamole because what the fuck who does that ]

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Maybe I could've handled that kind of thing when I was younger, but that much sugar at once is definitely off my list these days. [He knows his limits, thankfully.] I don't mind making an exemption now and then though.

Nah, go crazy. It's taco night, after all, so we might as well take advantage of it.

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Occasional ice cream days. Got it. [ sometimes a sugar rush is just what the doctor ordered. isn't it?

but hey Sam's pretty much giving him permission to pig out, the only reason Bucky doesn't actually order everything is because Sam did also bail him out. so. ... maybe just a couple of whatever sounds the most greasy. ]

We'll just have to do a few extra laps.

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Ice cream and cupcake days. [He nods sagely, tugging the complimentary basket of chips and salsa nearer so he can snag some. He'll probably regret eating all of this in the morning, but you only live once, right?

...And yeah, that too.]

I think I'll save my jogging for tomorrow afternoon rather than in the morning. We all need some "sleeping in days" sometimes, too.

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[ -- ooh. that sounds like a perfect combination right there, Bucky can get on that.

chips and salsa, too. two chips at a time and piled high with salsa is the best way to go about it. he props his chin up on his metal hand as they snack, definitely in full agreement of sleeping in - but that doesn't mean he won't be a tease about it. ]

Well, sure, if you really want to slack off. [ nevermind the fact that Bucky is so not a morning person himself. ]

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[Chocolate cupcake with the fudgy kind of frosting and vanilla ice cream would be the best thing ever, Sam knows, but at least they'll have fried ice cream tonight. That should satisfy his sweet tooth for a while.]

See, that's what cheat days are for - slacking off. It's just once in a while, and I'll still go for a run anyway. [He grins, quirking an eyebrow up.] Besides, I don't think my muscles will deteriorate just by pushing back my jogging by a couple of hours.

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[ well sure, fried ice cream sounds weird and intriguing all the same, but now Sam has to promise those chocolate cupcakes or there will be hell to pay. ]

Still sounds like an excuse to me. [ all good-natured ribbing of course. ] Don't be crawlin' to me with jelly knees because you had to sleep in.

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[Oh, he will. Just give him an opening to, Bucky, and you'll get chocolate cupcakes.]

Excuse you, I have never gotten jelly knees. [Cue mock outrage, except it's difficult to play it convincingly when he's trying not to laugh.] Except maybe for that time I tried to keep up when Steve was running laps.

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[ okay good and just as an fyi there's like seventy birthdays he's missed out on too. ]

See, that's your problem right there, trying to keep up with Steve. [ Bucky can- sort of, but he's learned to keep that half tone of resentment buried deep. it's also hard to be a grumpy hobo when Sam's all cheery and laughing. ] Gotta set smaller goals for yourself.

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[He should probably start baking at least a week ahead of that to make 70 of those things in time then. GDit, Bucky.]

Hey, I've learned my lesson. [And boy, did he. He was sore for a few days after, and he'd had to put up with Steve's goodnatured teasing about it.] Never again. I'm keeping my own pace from now on.

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[ well then a week it is, better get to it, mister. chop chop. or, alternatively, mix mix. ]

At least you wised up before it was too late. [ said as he takes an idle glance over to the front counter, either a little curious or impatient. ] We'll be sure to wait for you until you're done.

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[It's clear you're only in this friendship for the food, Bucky. Sam's hurt by this, real hurt.

Luckily enough, Sam had taken the opportunity to send in their orders during a lull in the conversation, so soon enough the server's bringing out a bunch of tacos for them.]

Oh, haha. I know you guys are just going to stick around for the free breakfast.

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[ sorry, can't hear your pain, there's suddenly tacos and Bucky is a hungry hungry man. ]

That ain't true, and you know it.

Free breakfast, free lunch, and free dinner. [ man of many talents, he thinks to himself, before he starts digging in. ] Sometimes, free dessert. You're a man of many talents.

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[He tucks into his own tacos with gusto, appreciating the burst of flavors in this mouth with a groan, though he does level an amused look toward Bucky once he's chewed and swallowed his mouthful.]

I'm going to take that as a compliment instead of kicking your shins under this table like you deserve.

Maybe I should join one of those televised cooking contests and be away from you guys for a few months. You guys would probably charge the station to steal me back just for my cooking or something.

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[ the idle threat just makes Bucky snort, because yeah he probably does deserve something for being an occasional ass. he has no idea if that's how he was in the past - it just feels natural to have a few jokes at someone else's expense now and then. ]

I guess that's what you'd call "cruel and unusual punishment," huh?

But that's probably exactly what'd happen. Can't let the whole world in on all your secrets, you know.

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Yeah, I guess you could call it that. [He still grins as he gulps down some water in between tacos.] You can't deny it'd be be pretty effective, up until certain people show up to kidnap me.

And I'm not exactly the most secretive guy, Buck. You know what a ham I can be - I'd probably love being in the spotlight.

[Except on second thought, he'd probably be miserable. He can get competitive in certain situations, and he loves to cook, but him on a cooking contest probably wouldn't end well for anyone, and not even just because of the joke about him getting stolen away.]

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Don't even know what you're talking about. [ kidnap? nah. that would be way too obvious. gotta be way more stealthy than a public kidnapping on broadcast television. ]

We'll just have to find some way to deflate your ego a bit. [ tacos are a bit spicy, but it turns out that's how he likes them. who would'a thought? hell, they could use a little more hot sauce. ] Sabotage the show somehow. Switch all the sugar jars with salt.

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Oh my god, the judges would kill everyone if you did that. [He can already see Gordon Ramsay throwing the biggest fit ever full of cursing at the contestants and absolutely ever if someone tampered with the ingredients.]

Man, I think it may just be in everyone's best interests if I stay away from televised contests if that's going to be what happens.

[He doesn't sound too disappointed though - if anything, he seems amused by the whole thing.]

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[ the fact that he got into a fight, busted, arrested and bailed out doesn't seem to bother him as much now. it was a downer sure, but now the very thought of sabotaging a cooking show with guest Sam Wilson is making him laugh a fair bit, grin hidden behind his hand but the laugh obvious in the way his shoulders start shaking.

overall, good progress. ]

See? I'm just thinking of everyone's well-being, here. It'd be a disaster.

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[He's more than a bit proud at seeing Bucky's shoulders shake with laughter, especially given how sullen and tense he'd been at the start of their mini-adventure with law enforcement. Given the night Bucky's had, he deserves to be able to wind down and just chow on tacos now.]

Uh-huh. In no way would it be self-serving at all. Just admit you'd miss my cooking, man. I won't hold it against you.

[Much. Maybe.]

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[ honestly? he's surprised at how quickly the mood's changed from the beginning of their texting conversation until now. with Sam treating a late night taco binge and keeping Bucky's arrest secret from Steve, it's kind of hard not to be in a better mood.

but he'll still have to think of some way to pay back the favour, somehow. ]

Alright, fine, maybe a little bit. [ metal hand up, thumb and forefinger about an inch apart-- ] But only a little bit. Just barely.

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Uh-huh, sure. I know you're just using reverse psychology on me, but I feel like I have to up my game now.

[He shakes his head over this folly, taking a moment to enjoy the taco he's munching on though he's pretty much still cheerful over the whole thing.]

You're so cruel to me, Bucky. What'll it take for you to admit undying love for my cooking, huh?