Dick took the offered tray with a snicker at his roommate's joke. They hadn't really had a chance to talk much yet, not with how quickly they all fell asleep (and he really had a problem with that whole sleeping gas thing), but the guy seemed alright.

He extricated the pieces stuck in Bucky's soylent and tucked them away in his pockets with the others, glancing sidelong at his roommate occasionally as he worked. The other man seemed to be having trouble with something, but Dick didn't like to but in - it wasn't until Bucky actually spoke that he leaned over to take a look at it.

"Well, uh, that's not the radio for a start..."