Yeah, I'm pretty sure they don't make anything like they used to.

[ John takes a coffee of his own, and turns back to her with a smile. It's clear at this point that she's Displaced. People who weren't probably wouldn't take kindly to him disparaging the food. ]

For me, it was like...2009, yesterday. [ Not quite yesterday, in fairness. He has no idea how long he was out, how much time might've been lost. But in terms of awareness, it feels sudden. ] Taco Bell, this isn't. It's weird the things you miss, right?