"Oh yeah?" Natasha can't help but smile when he says that. It reminds her of similar adventures in culture shock she's done before. Han may not be much like Rogers, but in this regard they're the same. "Could hit up a diner. Eggs any way you can imagine them, fresh coffee, and enough sausage and/or potato to make your head spin."

Like Han, Natasha is avoiding dropping any names as they aren't likely to mean much to him.

"Though personally, give me a good bit of dark bread and some eggs and I'm set for the day." Ignore her, Han. That's the Russian in her talking. They're not usually breakfast-y people. Natasha stops outside a modest looking diner and pulls open the door.

"C'mon. Let's fuel up before we shop."