"Oh I'm thinking something heavily alcoholic with a bit of an oak barrel taste for that one." He's taking a shot in the dark here, having looked at Bucky for all of a minute, but in his defense, he also really wants something of that description, himself. "I could be wrong though. Best to get him a variety, and I will happily drink the remainder that doesn't meet with his approval."

He may be suggesting that the two of them go a gratuitous ale stand sweep, but that's definitely a problem for after the pastries, and brings to mind another problem. "Do you drink? I've got a friend who's more of an 'order milk at a pub' type, so I feel like I ought to be asking before I start getting myself soused."