"Picky friend? I know how that goes." Though Bucky was never as much picky as he was insistent that Steve should have nicer things for himself. A nice pipe dream, but they were barely paying rent. "If he's a good friend, wouldn't he know you're capable of grilling?" Chuckle. "Though I could see how it might have made some of the neighbors nervous."

Following Steve's voice to the couch shouldn't be much of a problem. Steve keeps his floors clear of clutter.
"It was a surprise." He admits, but shrugs. "But what can you do? I like plenty of other stuff." Just, not bananas. Traitor fruits.

"Sorry. I'd invite you to the dining room table but I've kind of got some stuff there right now." Does Steve sound nervous about that? Why would he. That doesn't make any sense. "This smells great, by the way. I'm glad you let me talk you into food."