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Beaches are something Kobra could get used to. The water is still unnerving, but the sand is familiar enough that it balances out a little for him. In any case, there's something great about warm sun that isn't scalding and a fluffy towel under his back.

He's flopped back on his towel now, toes digging into the sand. His head's hanging off the top a little with his hair collecting sand and his sunglasses slipping up onto his forehead when he shifts.

"Don't know how anyone could wanna get back on the ship after this." There's an easy grin on his face.

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"Oh my good God! That wasn't even worth the air it required!" What a terrible joke! With a heavy groan, Bucky pushes Kobra away amiably. When it's there turn in line, they don't get to look at the actual ice cream. Instead he's presented with an interactive screen set to several hundred or even thousands of languages.

"I can imagine. I could barely go months without home cooking. I dunno how survived to adulthood..."

Bucky picks English, and it brings up a list of pretty common flavors. There's also an option for human-safe flavors form other planets. Oooo!

"Hmm, I'm feelin' brave," he announces as he taps the alluring option. Of course, none of it looks familiar. Many of them don't seem to have much color either, which he finds strange. He goes with something with the word "Shocking!" in it, because that sounds intriguing. But, to be safe, he couples it with another scoop of the tried and true butter pecan.

"Mostly ate dog food. Canned stuff that tasted better was harder to get our hands on." The comment's rattled off in an absent-minded way, as if he doesn't think there's anything strange about it. It's just another fact of his life like the fact that he bleaches his hair when he can or the fact that his jacket is red.

He selects chocolate, because it actually does taste like a particularly good birthday he remembers when he was a kid and it's memories like that that keep him trying to get himself and Girl home instead of just finding a nice planet to fuck off to for the rest of their lives.

"Sometimes we'd luck out and catch a couple lizards. I can cook those alright."

The look on Bucky's face is pretty horrified as he slowly pans his head over to Kobra. "Jeez Louise... I guess I can stop complaining about what I had to eat during the War." Rations might as well be nothing better than dog food, but it wasn't actual dog food.

"Do lizards taste better than squirrels?" Honestly, Bucky doubts it, but he may as well ask in case he finds himself between a rock and a hard place with a lizard. And when the line moves on, so does he. The ice cream is materialized almost instantly, looking perfectly scooped right out of the big carton barrels. All he has to do is swipe his credit card over the pad (you know, once he finds it) and the ice cream is his.

"Never ate a squirrel." He takes his own ice cream with a cautiously optimistic look. There's a good chance this will be delicious and he's finally stopped getting sick too often from all the new food.

"Never seen one, either. They're the little grey rats with big fluffy tails, right? Thinkin' they didn't survive through the climate change. Seen 'em in pictures, but there's nothin' like that left. Closest is some rats when you get near the city."

He sticks out his tongue for a careful lick.

"Ooo, well, rabbit's certainly good." He stops himself before taking his own lick, intent on watching Kobra do the honors first.

"You can be the test subject," he teases with a shitty grin.

With his spare hand, Kobra gives Bucky the finger and grins wider. "Mine tastes like chocolate. No idea what the fuck yours is gonna taste like."

He doesn't bother mentioning that he hasn't seen a rabbit, either, because he remembers which ones those are from pictures. Sometimes, he thinks maybe those animals still exist somewhere else, but then no one's really sure if the rest of the world is even alive anymore.

Yeah, Bucky doesn't either. There's a stretch of seconds where he regrets his decision to branch out and be adventurous, but it's short lived. His stubbornness takes over, of course, and pushes away any hesitance or retraction of his decisions. All actions are final actions! No refunds.

He does, however, take a bite of the butter pecan first. Okay, so far so good. Then he licks the other plain white scoop and yelps immediately, drawing back his tongue like it had just been shocked. Which it had.

"What the—"

"Should've gone with chocolate." He knows he's being a dick, but he's completely okay with that as he grins at Bucky and takes another lick of his. It's not like Bucky's really hurt or anything.

Part of him is a little curious about Bucky's weird flavor, though. It's hard not to be when there's so much weird alien shit all over the place.

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