Steve smiled a little, though he gave in and accepted the joint - although before he ever inhaled, he had to laugh, saying, "So it's a really good thing these don't affect me, or there wouldn't be any food left in the White House and your mom would get pretty suspicious."

Steve, after all, could eat a lot.

"I can't help you, though. We'll just take a field trip down to the kitchen when you're hungry."

Still, though, he glanced at Bucky. "I don't think one drug is really the answer to everything, no matter what it is. Sometimes pills are okay. Sometimes this is okay. You've gotta... I don't know. Find the right solution that works for you, I guess."