Peter just shrugs in response as he takes a drink of coffee that he's added so much sugar and milk too, it might as well not be coffee at all anymore. At least he likes it. "Both, I guess. I mean, I never really-not in a new place-not the first night-but I'm usually up late anyway so I don't know."

He takes a fork and presses it into the egg on toast, the yolk starting to seep out where it's been broken so he spreads it lazily along the piece of toast.

"I'll probably be okay tonight. Glad to see you're feeling better though, Mr Stark."