["Space Coffee" seems like a perfectly reasonable name for a mysterious caffeinated alien drink. And she is absolutely down to try various alien foods and beverages, too.]
( Tony shrugs, peering down into his half-empty mug of dark brown and caramel blond swirl. )
Well enough. Kind of a, nuttier flavor profile- ( he catches the waitress' eye, managing to signal his wishes- one more cuppa and some menus -with some success. She's grabbing for the space coffee pot behind the counter, anyway. )
( Fair. Tony glances over the menu briefly, not really hungry- and then looks more closely, surprised to see pretty standard diner fare. Different names, of course, but the trappings are all there: breakfasty-sounding stuff, sandwiches, fried things and bread-y things perfect to ward off potential hangovers with... )
Oh. Huh, what do you know, they do.
( After some hemming and hawing, he opts for what looked to be a sandwich of cold cuts, and waits for the waitress to depart, before ducking to grab for something at his feet. Where did I, ah!)
Merry belated-birthday-slash-Xmas, ( he declares, and slides an innocuous grey box across the table to her. Inside, nested neatly against the velvet liner, are a brand new set of Widow's Bites. )
[Her tone is matter of fact, like this is just something she's come to accept. But it means, for all she knows this isn't late at all. It could be early.
She pauses her perusal of the menu and takes the box to look inside. She doesn't take them out of the box, to avoid drawing attention, but she looks pleased.]
( His expression faults at that, some little flicker of sorrow smoothed away a second later by his mild interest.
What for? He doesn't know her, not really. She's Natasha's sister, yes, unknown to most of the team, and she went through the same training as her older sister. What he'd dug out of SHIELD's files said the Red Room took girls as young as five, as young as Morgan.
How old were you, when you were taken?
Tony picks up his coffee and takes a sip, smirking slyly over the rim. )
The guys in the lab just had perfectly useful equipment lying around. Seemed a tragedy to let it go to waste.
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Space coffee? Yes, I will try it.
["Space Coffee" seems like a perfectly reasonable name for a mysterious caffeinated alien drink. And she is absolutely down to try various alien foods and beverages, too.]
Do you like it?
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Well enough. Kind of a, nuttier flavor profile- ( he catches the waitress' eye, managing to signal his wishes- one more cuppa and some menus -with some success. She's grabbing for the space coffee pot behind the counter, anyway. )
How's the nightlife in this town?
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[Yelena preferred Cheri's clubs to the ones that catered specifically to the Featherstones.
When the waitress approaches, Yelena takes the offered menu and starts looking at it as she pours the coffee.]
I hope they have pancakes.
[Or something like pancakes.]
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Oh. Huh, what do you know, they do.
( After some hemming and hawing, he opts for what looked to be a sandwich of cold cuts, and waits for the waitress to depart, before ducking to grab for something at his feet. Where did I, ah! )
Merry belated-birthday-slash-Xmas, ( he declares, and slides an innocuous grey box across the table to her. Inside, nested neatly against the velvet liner, are a brand new set of Widow's Bites. )
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[Her tone is matter of fact, like this is just something she's come to accept. But it means, for all she knows this isn't late at all. It could be early.
She pauses her perusal of the menu and takes the box to look inside. She doesn't take them out of the box, to avoid drawing attention, but she looks pleased.]
Oh, these are good.
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What for? He doesn't know her, not really. She's Natasha's sister, yes, unknown to most of the team, and she went through the same training as her older sister. What he'd dug out of SHIELD's files said the Red Room took girls as young as five, as young as Morgan.
How old were you, when you were taken?
Tony picks up his coffee and takes a sip, smirking slyly over the rim. )
The guys in the lab just had perfectly useful equipment lying around. Seemed a tragedy to let it go to waste.
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She huffs a little laugh at what he says out loud.]
Oh, yes, that was very careless of them.
[She tucks the box beside her on the booth, away from prying eyes and then glances at Tony again.]
I was thinking, too, that we could use some listen devices of our own.
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Have you and Quill been talking?
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Sometimes. Why, did he bring it up, too?