[Some people would've found it difficult to constantly have to change with the times, but Hob embraced every new adventure. Had he been a less adventurous man, the experiment would've been over a long time ago. His own manner of dress stood out far less than his companion's, opting for a comfortable pair of olive cargo pants and a white t-shirt, paired off with some sneakers. But yes, he still smiled the same way he smiled at everyone in the dark tavern in 1389.]

Eggs. Sausages. Buttered toast and a side of beans. Coffee is key, of course. If you want to understand people, you should try living like them a little. Not that I have any idea what it's like to live as you.

[The waitress is prompt with the coffee, and it won't be fifteen minutes before the food is served. Hob is content to drink his coffee in the meantime, always looking over the rim of the cup to gauge Morpheus' reaction. The waitress also left some milk and sugar, should either gentleman want it.]