[If Bucky had a sweetheart, he would absolutely buy them knives, let’s be real. Anyway, he shrugs.]

Yeah, kinda. I’m still learning.

[He smiles a little at the mention of the dog and squats down next to him, stroking his back as the dog dutifully sits next to him, mouth open in a doggish grin.]

This is Brooklyn. He just kind of showed up a little while ago, but he’s been helping me out so I don’t mind.

[Truthfully he’s pretty enamored with the dog, if the expression he has looking at him is anything to go by.]

You can pet him, if you want.