"I . . . see. Well then. Hope you don't mind, but I'm starving."

Steve speared a piece of steak and ate it, looking down into the bowl rather than meeting Peter's eyes as he spoke, "Some other way. You said you were born with your power? How? I mean . . . When are you from? What year?" Maybe it was just a matter of timelines. It wouldn't be the first time he'd met someone from farther along who's world was remarkably alien.