Her black coffee comment confused Dan for a moment, before he worked out what she was doing. "Heh. Not since I was about thirteen," he said, and slumped in his seat a little as he breathed out cigarette smoke. Back then, if he was asleep, he was having horrific nightmares so he didn't sleep much at all. He'd gotten his caffeine addiction off and running long before he'd ever drank his first beer.
He nodded at her next comment, though. "The clown guy had spoons on his face so you hung them from the ceiling," he said, the details about the magician simply appearing in his head as he spoke. "Mystery... no, Mysterio. Like in Spider-Man."