A profound stillness in her mannerisms followed as Bucky paid; the abrupt shift of her thoughts on to financial matters threatened to sully her bright mood, so instead she rested her hand against his elbow gently, through the soft material of his jacket.

Donna moved forward to peek over his shoulder, and then gave him a look of warm gratitude. "This is very sweet of you, Bucky. You're a real gentleman -- I'll pay for our next outing, okay?"