Girdershade

Bucky frowns. "Natural demeanor."

"Fizz has asked every merchant and traveler who passed through here about going to check out that truck. I'd do it, but I can't leave Fizz here all alone, and I'd rather not run afoul some mutant critter all by myself. But..." he narrows his eyes. "Maybe we can work out a deal? I know how much she wants the stuff in that truck. Especially those special sodas. Tell you what. If you bring me back those special sodas, and tell her that somepony else already got 'em, I'll make it worth your while. Then I can surprise her, and she'll be so happy with me that she'll finally stop playing hard to get," he smirks.