He made a good point, and Misha merely grunted in acquiescence. Much as she loved sitting at the bar and having room to talk to waitress behind it to get an idea of where they were, the table was definitely the safer bet. She would be doing a lot of leaning to make it through the meal and the backed chair over a stool would only help her retain some of her dignity. It was the little things, but she was willing to concede when it came to logic.

Noting the change immediately, there wasn't even any room to be surprised or put off by it. Misha had expected Doom to play his part, and this was just one of those things. That didn't make it not-funny and she let herself smile to go along with it. Use what you knew, wasn't that it? She could do that and more. "Table sounds good, Vic," she said. "Oh, but hey—look at that. The stools have backs, too!"

Normally it would be teasing, but now she said it with a tone of comfortable familiarity. Never before had she dared consider him Vic even back when he was just a villain in a fun movie, but siblings tended to tread the line and get away with it. Come to think of it, Victor von Doom was almost certainly an only child, so she would probably need to go light on the siblingisms with him lest she knock him out of the role. "Can we get breakfast for lunch? Or... whatever time it is. It's like an unspoken rule when you're at a diner."

"Hey there, folks. Name's Izzy. What can I do you for today?" Oh, and there was the waitress. Or was it proprietor? Misha had only caught a glimpse of the diner's name on the way in, and that definitely sounded like the right name. Isabela's Diner. She wasn't coming from behind the counter yet, but the place was small enough that personally greeting everyone that walked in seemed perfectly natural. Small town hospitality and all that. It didn't take long for Izzy to actually notice their state and she was already giving a confused and concerned look for it. Misha was going to leave that one for Doom to field.