[Ah, well. What great customer service. Yet Stephen has a feeling the choice was purposeful, as there’s little point in having an attentive server that’ll keep sticking their nose into their conversation.

He settles in, the dream still having left his body worn and jittery from adrenaline.]

A memory of an old foe. His name is Dormammu, and as you could probably guess, he isn’t exactly all that friendly.

[He drums his fingers against the table surface, briefly.]

He’s a dark entity from another dimension. Tried to take Earth as its own once. I had to make certain that didn’t happen.