The food is a welcome interruption before Steve thoughts turn back to dark and sad. He really needs to shake whatever this mood is off. It hasn't been a bad day, not by a long shot, just something's up and Steve isn't sure what.

He sits at the table with an easy smile. "Thanks for ordering."

Then he's immediately digging in to whatever Bucky ordered without much regard for what it is. It all smells good and his stomach rumbles happily.

"When do you want to set out tomorrow morning?" he asks, focusing on tomorrow instead of his thoughts.