hanging lanterns;

[Fatima isn't the only one who's somehow found themselves the proud owner of a new lantern that they're not entirely sure what to do with, Bucky is also clutching one oh-so-carefully in his gloved left hand as though afraid he might splinter the delicate wood if he holds on more tightly.

He glances over, only to see the strange woman who he has encountered once or twice - Fatima - nearby.]

You know what these are for?

[He didn't really listen when one was pushed at him, too busy being surprised and then backing off.]