When Bucky entered the kitchen in search of a can of tuna fish for his girl, Natasha and Pepper were in the midst of a discussion about the perfect fudge recipe.
"Some people use that fake marshmallow crap." Natasha shuddered.
"I know!" Pepper agreed. "I mean, come on, it's not just about the chocolate. With the perfect piece of fudge, with that lovely granular texture, you don't even have to chew, it just melts in your mouth."
Both women sighed, clearly having a significant religious experience.
Bucky cleared his throat.
Both women turned to stare at him.
"Uh, tuna fish?"