One of these days, I'm going to get used to the revolving door of Steve Rogers, and I'll have perfected my speech. Did I say that I'm back? Because I am. Did I even say that I was going to leave? I don't remember.
I'm going to miss the zeppoli and sfingi from Caputo's. Sometimes, you just can't resist.
And this has just turned into a friendly reminder that, when I go back to my own world, I should see if the place's still standing, and turn it upside down to find that recipe. It's got to be out there somewhere.