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[Rumlow doesn't really like waking up early either, it's just habit. Especially since he prefers to stay up late. Means he usually gets about five hours of sleep on a good night, but it is what it is. So he shrugs and sympathizes with Jefferson on waking up early to open.]

You try serving and telling your commander you ain't getting up before 9.

[It's a good-natured ribbing, he knows Kenzi is far from the military type. Though it's interesting that Rumlow only vaguely remembers anything about his service. He remembers SHIELD clearly, but how he ended up joining is a blur. Maybe it'll come back in time.]

Anyway, I won't say no to tea, but coffee'll always be my true love. Sorry, kid.

[Rumlow chuckles and slips out of his chair. He's done with his breakfast, so he sets his utensils on the plate, finishes off his coffee and starts into the kitchen. Flipping on the tap, he washes up, letting Kenzi and Jefferson continue their conversation about tea or whatever.]