[Daisy frowns in sympathy when he mentions what happened on a previous date. She can only imagine how complicated this must all be for him, from what little she knows about what HDYRA did to him.

Fuck HYDRA.

Her stomach does another flip and she wants to make herself believe it's just the alcohol, but she's felt that feeling before. It's never ended well for her when she's felt like this, but she can't help it.]

I dunno. You must be good enough company for me to show up at Coney Island at the ass crack of dawn--

[And still drunk. They're next in line and Daisy already knows what she's ordering.]

What do you want? My treat. Least I can do for last night.