Behold! The supremacy of elvish cuisine cannot to be contested!

[tinkerheart]

Who: Feanor and OTA.
Where: The Kitchn.
When: Post 19, in the literal dead of the night.
What: The Great Voidtracker Bake-out aka Feanor trying to lure out his son to eat.


It is a truth universally acknowledged, that an elf in possession of small children, must from time to time resort to bribery.

Said need usually arose when either he or Nerdanel wanted to have some actual work done. That meant that one of them had to sufficiently occupy their incredibly curious and extremely energetic sons so that the other could relish in the pure miracle of Uninterrupted Time To Concentrate. Not an easy feat to accomplish.

It was in times like those, that Feanor had acquired several skills that had nothing to do with metalwork or jewels or clever mechanisms but a lot with taming little critters that revel in getting into all sorts of trouble and ask an inordinate amount of questions.

Feanor can't decide if his good memories aren't actually more painful than the bad ones.

That's why he actively chooses for his culinary experiments the hours where all others are long asleep. He doesn't need to sleep himself. He's been idle for far too long and the last thing he needs is more occasions to dwell on his past.

A thorough search of the storage carriage and the kitchen area itself revealed that there is not a single lemon or orange in the whole train so he had to make do with the second-best option.
Almonds. Nobody can resist his almond tart.

That might ... or might not result in people on the train other than the intended recipient very much interested in the results of his experiments.

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[hashtagparkerluck]

After having thoroughly embarrassed himself by accidentally telling his mentor that he loved him, Peter had immediately retreated to his cabin and climbed into his bunk and hid his face in shame under his covers and pillow. As was obviously the only correct response to what had happened. That and throwing himself into the void since the Lavender Death Room now no long smelled like death.

He might have even managed to small nap with a very lucid dream that he did not enjoy, why is it always the bad dreams that are easier to remember? He opted to lay in bed a while longer before giving up on more sleep and climbing out of is bunk. He takes a quick glance at Gwen's empty bed and then lets himself out of the room.

He really couldn't wait until there was more to do on this train, what he wouldn't give to be able to just turn on Star Wars and fall asleep curled against Aunt May. But he can't do either of those things so heads for the kitchen. Maybe there will something he can snack on?

It sure smells like it-something smells delicious. He pauses though when he sees one of his other roommates and Mr Stark-because of course Mr Stark is there. He wants to groan in frustration at Parkerluck but instead he just yawns and pads over to sit next to Tony.

"Morning?" He offers, still not too sure why these two are still awake.

[tinkerheart]

Feanor frowns. "How gracious of you." He barks without a second thought. Then he just sighs. That not everyone is out there to insult him or oppose him ... that would take time to get adjusted to. Tony did explain both his machine and the latte term so there's absolutely no reason to go all-out war on him.

Old habits die hard though. Coffee for cake exchange was a step in a good direction. Let's keep it that way.

"It does sound interesting." he admits.

But then Peter arrives and just plops next to Tony before Feanor is able to say anything else.

"That's not exactly morning yet ..." he says, hesitates for a split second then just smiles "but good morning to you anyway, Peter."

[runs_on_batteries]

This man was curious. Tony couldn't decide whether he liked him or not. It was fine, he's had to work with plenty of people he didn't particularly like. Who knew? If the man had taken some interest in his remark about his daughter or if they find something else they have in common, things could change. Right now, they'd simply exchanged products that had been mutually beneficial.

However, that was all forgotten when Peter arrives. Tony almost chokes on his coffee when he sees the boy in pjs, messy hair, and looking a bit like he'd been run over by the train. "For godsakes, Peter! Are you allergic to brushing your hair as well as half a dozen other things?" He sets down his coffee and starts finger combing the tangled mess as best he can. "There's fresh coffee if you'd like some, kid and maybe if you ask nicely, Feanor might give you some of his cake."

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter's not really half asleep but he's not fully awake either. It's probably for that reason that Peter doesn't pull away from Tony finger combing through his hair. Also, it doesn't feel awful so he kinda leans in a little.

"Coffee? It's like two am or something, Mi'ser Stark." He says through a yawn like he didn't drink red bull in the middle of the night back home. he glances over at Feanor while still letting Tony comb through his hair and is a little tempted to just fall asleep again again.

"After midnight, it's actually the next day and technically the morning so..." He yawns again, grinning slightly at his own joke that he's probably gonna get smack for.

[tinkerheart]

Watching them brings back many fond memories so Feanor feels his mood improve. He does wonder though why Peter would refer to his father so formally but doesn't even bother to ask about it. Might be a human custom. That they are a family is quite obvious.

"Technically the morning starts with ... " Feanor says than stops in the middle of a sentence. Did he really almost say when the first rays of the silver light flow from the flowers of Telperion. by sheer force of habit? He almost did. For some reason, he finds it incredibly funny. "Technically, you're right."

He cuts a slice of cake for Peter. "Here, kid, eat something." You definitely earned it.

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony rolls his eyes at Peter being a smartass, but there's something affectionate about it. "I'd offer you tea, but you're allergic to it and you didn't seem to like the warm milk I made you the other night."

His attention gets drawn toward the elf at that start of a counterargument. His eyebrows rose in surprise when the tall man doesn't finish his thought. He wonders what he was going to say, but then the man was giving up the fight and letting Peter have the last say. That earns a smile as Tony is fully aware of how hard it was to be annoyed at Peter when he was being sleepy and cute like this.

"Thank you," he says to Feanor in response to Peter being given the cake. He fishes in one of the drawers to find a fork to hand over to the kid. "Are you having trouble sleeping again?"

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter sits up straighter so Tony can get him a fork, all though he kind of wants his mentor to stay put and be a pillow. Oh well. He blinks down at the cake, still seeming a little out of it.

"Suh-weet! Awesome, thanks!" Peter says happily before digging into the slice of cake. "It's awesome! Thanks!" He repeats before turning his attention to Tony's question.

"I mean.. when am I not? But I mean I least slept for a little while?"

[tinkerheart]

That explains a lot. Feanor is barely sleeping himself but not because of, well, partially because of any potential problems with sleep. Peter is a human and a young one, they surely need more sleep the elves do. Yet there was not a single night he can remember that the kid didn't wake up startled at the most impossible hours. If he's not tossing around half of the night anyway.

"You said he doesn't like milk. How about cocoa?" he says. The question is directed at Tony but Feanor is looking at both of them. Peter can perfectly speak for himself if he's awake enough to do so.

Not every kid likes plain milk, especially when heated, but there's something that's popular with everybody. If they couldn't find cocoa in the kitchen or storage, maybe there's at least chocolate in the train's shop. Sorry Peter but there's nothing that calms down overexcited, or overstressed, children like warm milk. Short of actual medications.

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony frowns, worry on his face but this particular problem is one they'd been fighting for a while now. He wished there was more he could do to help. The kid needed to find a way to let go of the past- not that Tony could do that either. He wonders like he has a few times before if knowing the fate of Skip might actually help with this situation or make it worse. There was no way Peter would approve of what Tony did but.. such is the fate of people who hurt his kid.

And no, he did't kill Skip. Just.. almost.

Tony's drawn from dark thoughts back to Feanor. He blinks a moment, running the words back in his mind to catch up. "Oh, yeah. He likes that. Second shelf on the right hand side should have the cocoa powder. Thank you, Feanor." Just like with the cake, he felt grateful to the elf for being so kind to the young man. He didn't normally go overboard on the 'thank you's but Feanor was catching him at a moment close to Tony's heart where it was easier to be genuine.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter's in the middle of eating that cake, his mouth full before he swallows and shakes his head hard.

"Yes. Hot cocoa is exactly what I need right now." He doubts that it'll be anywhere close to May's but he won't say that, that would be rude. He tries to ignore the look on Tony's face and hopes no one presses him about his lack of sleep.

It sucks, but there doesn't seem to be much he can do it about it, so he'll stay up and eat cake and drink hot cocoa. No skin off his back.

...at least, until he's super tired by midday tomorrow. Oh well.

[tinkerheart]

They have uncovered one of his very few weak spots: children. Surely, it's only natural that Feanor had always went out of his way for his own. Who wouldn't? Less common he's not completely immune to even to those that are not his and would most certainly argue that hey are not children anymore. Like Peter.

"So I thought," he says raising from his place.

The cocoa is exactly where Tony said it would be. So Peter has to wait only a couple of minutes before being presented steaming mug of cocoa. Minutes because Feanor decided to heat the milk on the stove and not in the microwave. He already developed an intense dislike of the microwave. It is convenient, yes, but it makes everything taste awful.

"There. Maybe this will help."

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony breathes a laugh at Peter's enthusiasm. At least the kid hadn't started talking with his mouthful again.

"Wouldn't that have been easier in the microwave?" He asks, before thinking of one reason Feanor might not have used it. "Are you familiar with how to use it? I can show you if you'd like."

He'd been distracted with Peter or he might have spoken up before Feanor poured the milk into a saucepan.

[tinkerheart]

Fëanor freezes for a split second saucepan in hand hovering over the stove.

"It would," he replies and the saucepan lands on the stove as it should.

He doesn't lash out or consider Tony's question an insult. If anything else that shows how far they've gone since those first days on the train. Has he really started to feel comfortable here?

"There's no need. I know how to use it. I just don't like it. It makes everything taste horrid."

Lo and behold, someone here is even willing to explain himself. And he doesn't immediately fly into a blind rage. A true miracle.