The table is absolutely laden with tacos, and Natasha is eying them with a look of mingled dismay and amusement. She's probably good for 4, maybe 6 if she commits herself to laying flat on the sidewalk outside for a while before they make their way over to the ball pit. He's got his work cut out for him. Maybe she'll have to commit herself to trying a bite of each instead of just sticking to one taco.
Her head tips so she can look up at him, thoughtful, as she listens to his admittedly very 'old man yells at cloud' description of what people are doing. "You know, it's interesting - we've pretty much always had portable distractions, right? Newspapers, music. It's just that the invention of the mobile phone lets people be distracted by and from their lives at the same time. So it's not that nobody cares, necessarily. They care a lot. But their own bubbles have become insular so that you have to really stick out to pop it." Her mouth curls in a half smile when he mentions Steve. "Doesn't help that he's completely hopeless trying to blend into a crowd. Where do you usually get recognized?"
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Her head tips so she can look up at him, thoughtful, as she listens to his admittedly very 'old man yells at cloud' description of what people are doing. "You know, it's interesting - we've pretty much always had portable distractions, right? Newspapers, music. It's just that the invention of the mobile phone lets people be distracted by and from their lives at the same time. So it's not that nobody cares, necessarily. They care a lot. But their own bubbles have become insular so that you have to really stick out to pop it." Her mouth curls in a half smile when he mentions Steve. "Doesn't help that he's completely hopeless trying to blend into a crowd. Where do you usually get recognized?"