he who hesitates is toast

It only takes a few minutes of watching the show to realize that they probably messed up in a few places, but she reminds herself it was a first effort and opts not to worry about it. And the show is so soothing, with its cheerful bake tent and stolidly British contestants, that it's easy to relax against Bucky's side, her head against his shoulder, her bare feet tucked up on the couch behind her, her fingers laced lazily with his on her hip.

It hardly seems like any time at all has passed when the buzzer goes off in the kitchen, and she reaches for the remote to pause the show before getting up.

"Come on," she coaxes, drawing him up with their linked hands. "Let's go see how it's doing."