"Even that coffee. I don't judge. I'm not a ...coffeeist." He judged a little. That wasn't his ideal coffee, but Clint would drink it if it came down to the dire straights. Or if he was too lazy to make a new pot. Or was out of coffee at home.
He didn't really know what sort of stuff. He was just looking for... basic information, really. Something to fill in the gaps or explain stuff he didn't know. Which was apparently a lot of stuff.
Well, it was always a lot of stuff, but more about this specific stuff in this place. Luckily for him, Jan was good at dishing out the info, and so Clint nodded along curiously at what she was explaining. Sure, it was odd, but he'd gotten that mostly, too. Kate and him were from the same place. Jan was from somewhere else, but she recognized him, so that was something. And then Cap and all the rest were from somewhere else. Some Thanos infested universe, apparently. Sucked for them.
"Of course you did!" He told her, because Van Dyne's synonymous with fashion and anyone with half a brain knew that. Clint knew it, and he didn't know a thing about fashion. Except that if you hung around Jan in his world long enough, you got free clothes. The same went for Stark, actually, but that was more a charity case and less personally handmade stuff. "I don't know who those other people are, but I'll bet you're better."
They got to the point in the line where coffee was meant to be ordered and even though Clint was a plain coffee sort of dude, he got a latte. Today seemed like a good kind of treat yourself day, he figured. "Of course I have Lucky. He's my dog. What do you mean I gave you a dog? Wow, me. Amazing present."