[Bucky tries to figure out who Steve might be texting. It doesn't look like work, not with that sort of slight fond look. When he flushes and choked, even if he covers it, Bucky figures it must be the red-head. The girlfriend. Maybe she sent him a dirty picture or something?

Better not to ask, it's not his business.

But what he does do is come to a sudden and complete stop near the service entrance to the huge Target, giving Steve a shocked and disappointed look.]

Pancake mix? You use mix? Jesus, and I thought you were a good guy, but I guess we all have our demons, that's-- I don't know if I can live in the same building as someone who doesn't even make their own batter. Do you even know how much crap is in those mixes? No. Just no. We're getting ingredients and making them properly.