That gets a touch of warmth from her, although she blinks for a minute at the fact that there are two here. And yet, it really just doesn't seem like the weirdest thing that she's heard. Certainly not after everything she's been through. A code written in ballet hidden in her memory that only Natasha could find and decode based on her genetic code, to take down a psychic-linked quantum army. Two Tonys seemed way less weird. "I'm glad he's here, though. He was one of the only people I'd call a friend back home," she admitted a little sheepishly. Even if he's not the same Tony, it's still something good. Close enough; she'll figure it out, she supposes.

She processes the rest of it. The fact of different timelines, the idea that he was from a world where Hydra hadn't been a cancer inside of SHIELD. She also tries for some modicum of manners, but the pancakes are amazing. Diners were always a bit too costly, and even swiping some money here and there, there were always more important things to spend it on than going out to eat. She took Sana out for milkshakes on her sixteenth birthday, but she wasn't accustomed to even the most basic sort of luxuries. The SHIELD Academy hadn't been bad, but it was a military academy first and foremost.

This was different. Better, she had to admit.

"I'll try to keep that in mind." A shrug of her shoulders a shake of her head. Okay, but what even is living well. Surviving, though.. that she's good at. It's wired deep into her. Battle math, play the odds, those pieces of Natasha that were still part of her.

"What's she like? In your world?" She's not sure how different she expects her to be, but she can't help being curious. And she's pretty sure she's answered more questions than he has, so it's only fair.