"There were Spider-Man hoodies?" Man he really needed people to widen their horizons when it came to merchandising opportunities back home, the best he got were some t-shirts, maybe a couple of cheap imitations of the suit. But a hoodie sounded great. He wished he had a Spider-hoodie. "Uh, no, not really no - mostly it's just sweatpants these days." He used to be better than that, he hoped he'd be better than that when he got home, here though well things were limited here.
Peter grinned though, he was older than all the other Peter's he'd met, maybe not Noir it was hard to tell with that guy, but you know that was unimportant. "Maybe so, I'll have to look you up if I ever get home, see how accurate your age is there compared to here." It was confusing, all of it - and really there was coffee to be made.
"Sure, sure, sure, let's go." Peter followed her toward the shop and shot out a line of web to grab for the door pulling it open for her and then following her inside after she'd passed through the door. "So is this like a french press kind of situation or what are we dealing with?"