Look, what makes more sense? That some lady twiddled her fingers and, poof! I'm living in a magical land where I'm gonna save a world! All the worlds! Just pop around saving everybody who needs it. Cause that's what were here for, right? Or that this little town full of heroes and little bite sized dragons and guys who say they're from a couple days in my future, that all that's just a kind of boring, weird coma dream? And in that case, I might as well drink the wine - and the coffee, and the food. If someone's really determined, they can drug anything.

[That's what Tony's worried about, right? Drugged wine? Well, don't worry, your friendly neighborhood detective can tell you that, if Astoria wants them all drugged, they probably already are. Hank's waving arm sloshes some lukewarm coffee on his hand and he looks at the coffee, realizes it's there, and takes a sip. And then promptly reaches for the sugar. That first drink of black coffee's great, but he's already a little hungover, still, he doesn't need to suffer.]

How weird is your hometown that you're even considering believing all this is actually happening?