[ Alright, maybe not the accent. And, letters? He hasn't sent one of those since he woke up out of the ice. Actually, despite how much of his life had been analogue, and how determined SHIELD was to keep it that way, he modernized sufficiently well and is even coming around to the whole emojis thing.

But, letters, he could do. He remembers not having anyone at home for when he went off to war, and no family left; all the envelopes had turned into bills and notices and flyers; but before that he remembers being a kid, and getting a letter was sometimes the most exciting thing that could happen in a day. He would sit down when his feet would barely touch the ground, and sound out all the words, following the loops and whorls of his grandfather's script.

Now that was a lot of nostalgia he hadn't been expecting. ]

Guess your alter-ego was a little more different to you than mine was to me. You never mentioned you like to read.

[ He doesn't realize that he's also leaned in a bit so they're sitting closer together in this booth, easier to hear, more able to drop their voices and keep the conversation intimate while being surrounded by other patrons; it was almost like they didn't exist at all. ]

Let me guess, you're a fan of... historical fiction?

...Serial mysteries?