The triumph that Donna felt shone throughout her expression, and it was something she couldn't reflect too deeply on, because when she did, it went straight to strange analogies. Such as a jock making the girl of his dreams giggle.

"You're just as weird, Bucky." She smiled, trying to keep the mood somewhat light. She wasn't sure if she was the person Bucky wanted it to get heavy with either -- or would allow it. "Sometimes I feel like we speak two different languages. But I don't mind, because you're such a swell guy."

A glance around where the setting of this conversation took place, and she suddenly felt a bit sheepish. Prison certainly didn't agree with her assessment of him. She wondered how his behavior factored in to parole possibilities.

"Have you ever tried out a rubix cube?"