Okay, it stayed creepy the more the pair maintained the conversational casual. Daisy wasn't going to try to play anywhere above that feeling and was silent for a long beat, glancing between each of them and wondering if she had to be the first to suggest taking out the unwelcome doppelganger, should she appear. That would be the obvious solution, right? Their natural universe must have been fucked up enough to make so many of them prefer this one, and assuming the switch was clean and efficient, they had already punished their doubles to endure it.
That was kind of fucking heavy for breakfast time. "What are you eating?" Daisy asked instead, flipping her menu for them to read. This was going to be a long day if she didn't start ignoring the complicated shit early. Maybe e-mail would be the better venue for finding out just what went down in Secondhand Universe.