"Oh yeah, haven't caught up with you in a while. Also, I guess you were dead, or whatever. I just figured you'd bounce back, and look, I was right." Just not in the way he thought, like, at all. If he notices Matt struggling, he doesn't say anything, figuring he has to get used to space food sooner or later though he does offer up a conciliatory: "If that's too much for you I can show you how to get the protein bars. They're what I live on, mostly."

Matt isn't taking any of this in stride, but when does he ever? Frank is more patient than he looks, or then he once was anyway. He can wait the other man out if he has to. When he slanders the Avengers though, Frank has to laugh, oh man.

"Be a little louder so Cap hears you and wrecks our table, too." Though that's probably too much effort for the guy, honestly. At least from what Frank has seen. He leans over his tray, voice dropping to an octave he knows only Matt will pick up on. "I did it, Red. I got every last one of 'em. When we get back, Kitchen's all yours to dig your knuckles into bullies to your heart's content, alright. I'm out."