"Just try it." Steve tells him. Bucky is dubious. "You used to love this stuff."

Bucky looks at the strange transparent gel in the enormous bowl Steve is holding. It wobbles when he moves and reflects like glass. Steve tells him it's cherry flavored. He raises an eyebrow.

"It's plastic. I'm not going to eat plastic."

"It's jello." Steve tells him firmly, taking a spoonful and eating it, to show him how it's done.

Bucky still isn't convinced, but if Steve wants him to try it, he'll try it.

He pops a spoonful of wiggly red gel into his mouth, and his eyes widen as the stuff dissolves on his tongue.

A thousand fleeting moments in a little brick kitchen flit through his mind - perched on a stool next to a stick-legged blonde boy with a black eye.

He eats most of the bowl on his own and ends up feeling sick for half the night, but Bucky has decided that he likes this whole 'desserts' concept.

Steve says they'll try chocolate pudding next time.