Yeah, Steve - news flash, "sexy" and "romantic" aren't necessarily the same things. Still, Steve's allowed to try one or the other; Bucky's always happy to offer an opinion on his success or failure at it.

(Sometimes, having a boyfriend who's learning all this for the first time is pretty enjoyable. And sometimes, Bucky feels like he jumped right in the deep end, himself, because there's the whole thing where he, you know, has a boyfriend, and it's just as new for him as it is for Steve. Not that he can imagine anyone he'd rather figure things out together with.)

He frowns a little, stepping up to the tree to inspect the sap oozing out of it. "I dunno. Seems like it could be either - " He swipes a finger through it, though he doesn't actually taste it yet. "Well, it doesn't burn."

That's better than the alternative. It does smell like olive oil, like Steve says. Bucky cocks an eyebrow and says, "Think your serum's better at fighting off poison than mine."

Not that he wants to be responsible for poisoning his best friend. Just stating facts, here. Bucky's more easily drugged, and he can even get drunk with fast enough application of high-enough-proof alcohol. Steve, not so much on either front.