Bucky shrugs. "I'll clean up one pan."

Meanwhile, Sam drifts over to look more closely at the pie in question as it cools on its rack. "Looks good," he approves. "As good as any Sarah's made. Not that anyone better tell her I said that."

"Why not?" Rhodey asks. "It's not like she's making you pie on the regular right now anyway."

Sam puts a hand dramatically to his heart and staggers backward. "Direct hit! That was cruel, my man. True, but cruel."