He opens the door and leans against the side of it, giving the other man all the space he might need to feel comfortable.

“I won’t take much of your time,” he says, politely. “But I’ve got a bit of an odd request and I figured, around here, you’d be the guy who’d know.” Bucky lets that sink in for a second, then asks, “Is there enough flour in stock around here somewhere to bake a pie?”