Its hard for him not to quip about not deserving the time or energy or whatever; he can almost hear his therapists voice in the back of his head ("no, Bucky, you deserve far more than you think."), and clams up.

"Thanks,"he masters out, after a few moments.
The god does this the old fashioned way — preps the tea in a kettle rather than poofing something up.

“Conjured tea rarely tastes the same,” they explain.

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