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Hey look, it's a Tony log

Who: Tony and OTA
Where: Kitchen/ Dining car
When: Bassoon 4-ish
What: Tony's cooking meals, making treats, and generally trying to keep himself busy
Warnings: Irreverence and Language? The usual.

The last team had done a respectable job in the kitchen. He'd had few complaints during the last month. However, between himself and the rest of the red team, especially Feanor, people were going to be very well fed this month.

Even though there were plenty of cooks in this kitchen for the month, this particular day Tony had taken over the kitchen. He was only sort of sticking to the recipes he'd been given, preferring to use his own or make them up as he went (shocking, I know). Currently he had three dishes he was working on at once. He had some salmon he was curing to make lox, some gummy candy he was making, and the main dish for the evening meal- whole roasted salmon with herbs and farfalle pasta with asparagus and tomatoes. Thanks to Evie and Feanor, they also had sourdough bread to go along with it and a fancy Elvish dessert.

Off to one side, he had an eggplant out, ready to fix for certain individuals who saw fish and fled in terror.

[ooc: Feel free to catch him at any point of this meal prep, during clean up, or during the meal. Whatever, you guys know I'll tag anything.]

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Tony glances up from where he was sliding the sheet of gummies out of the fridge to see if they'd set yet. He gives Peter a warm smile, though his eyebrows rose discovering the kid had been asleep this whole time.

"I'm sure you needed it, kid." He straightened and set the cookie sheet full of little inch by inch cubes of what looked like jello cubes with a light dusting of powdered sugar on them. Hey, give these a try and let me know how they are. I know they'll be colder than normal, but is the texture okay?"

He's a little surprised by the lack of questions or even vague irritation that he's been asleep a huge chunk of the day. However, Tony's right, he probably did need the sleep. He gets so little of it these days.

The thing Tony's taking out of the fridge looks an awful lot like sour candy. Did he make sour gummies?

"Oh my god, did you make sour candy? Oh my god, I love you! You're the best!" He gushes quickly, grabbing a couple of the gummies-they're not as chewy when cold but once they've warmed to room temp they'll be just as good as trolli's he's sure.

Now that Tony had to basically live with his intern, he was confronted with the reality of the kid's insomnia. It was a constant source of worry as well as just generally being worried about Peter's notorious luck.

He looks up with a grin, pleased to watch Peter react this way to the treat he'd made him. "I have another tray that are just mango flavored without the sour, but.." He shrugs off the rest. Did he really have to come right out and say 'because he knew this was Peter's favorite'? He ruffles Peter's hair and leans against the counter, watching Peter with a relaxed smile. "How you feeling, kid? Besides the sleep thing. Oh! Did you see, Buttercup is back?"

And she talked to him!

Peter's focused on eating gummy candy and looks up only when Tony ruffles his hair but doesn't try to shove his hand away like he normally does.

"A lot better now that I can eat candy again." Not that he hasn't been eating candy recently. But he was trying to save what he had left. He nods, taking a few more gummies.

"Yeah! I saw her already. We played video games for awhile-I think the VR scared her at first." He states, looking over at the salmon off to the side. Sure smells like fish. Too bad it reminds him of this plot with Gwen and a few others.

"You know what all this fish reminds me of, Mr Stark?" He grins a little mischievously at him. "Did Morgan ever get hooked on that one song PinkFong somehow made really popular? You know-how does it go-" ...he pretends to think about it a second.

"Baby Shark do do do do..."

"Why couldn't you eat candy?" Tony asks, helping himself to one of the gummies. Maybe he'll make a batch of non-sour just in case someone else doesn't like that. He picked up another box of gelatin and a fresh bowl. He glances over at Peter, glad he'd had fun with Buttercup. He was so relieved she was back.

His smile snaps right off his face like Peter had hit it with a wound up towel. "No! Don't you dare! I can't stand that song and Morgan played it constantly!"

When he starts actually singing it, Tony does the only mature thing to do. He tosses a handful of powdered sugar right in the younger man's face.

Peter keeps grinning as realization dawns and continues to serenade his mentor. Ducking out of the way to avoid the powdered sugar.

"Baby Shark do do do do Baby shark!" He jumps up and sticks to the ceiling, still belting out that song but now, he's doing and hand motions too. "Mommy shark do do do do, Mommy shark do do do do."

"Stop it!" Tony shouted at him, while also trying to keep the laughter out of his voice and off his face. He wasn't doing a great job of it. He looks around for what he has to work with. He grabs and egg and chucks it at Peter. It, of course, misses.

"Dammit! Why doesn't this train have a really big fly swatter when you need it? You're going down, you here me!"

"Mommy Shark~!" He just continues, dodging the egg and then leaning down to grab more gummies. "Daddy Shark do do do do, Daddy Shark do do do do. Daddy shark!" He moves on to the next verse.

"Aw, come on Mr Stark, you don't like my song? It's so catchy!" He laughs. "Grandma Shark do do do do. Grandma Shark do do do do~ Grandma Shark!"

The egg splats against a cabinet, but neither of them seem to be too worried about that right now. When Peter goes for the gummies, Tony takes advantage and tries to catch him and pull him off the ceiling. This doesn't work quite the way he expected and the two of them end up in a pile on the floor, Tony on the bottom with a thud and a tiny cloud of powdered sugar around them. It leaves the older man a bit breathless, but so do the fact he's laughing his ass off.

"Pfft," Tony blows some sugar off his face. Then he realizes Peter can still sing and tries to grab towards his mouth. "No! Stop! Yeet! Yeet that shit! Where the hell is a frying pan when you need it?"

"Grandpa shark do do do-AAGH!" Peter shrieks when he's grabbed and pulled down. "Oof!" Peter he lets out when they hit the floor, he pauses a moment, coughing on flour and powdered sugar and making sure Tony's okay before continuing on.

"Let's go hunting do do do do, let's go hunting-blaugh-" When Tony's hand moves to cover his mouth he does the most mature thing he think of and licks the palm of Mr Stark's hand.

They were both on the floor, covered patches of white powder, wrestling to cover or not be covered on the mouth. How was this a fifty-two year old and a sixteen year old? Who cared?

Tony recoils like Peter bit him and looks down at his hand and back at the kid. "You licked me? Oh my god, that's gross!" He scrambles to get the hose off the sink and aims it at Peter- since all this needed was water being sprayed everywhere. "Swear you'll never sing that damn thing again!"

The moment Peter continues, he gets hosed!

Peter just cackles in victory as he sits on the floor. And as, could probably be expected-

"Let's go hunti-sdkfjklsjdf" He coughs as he's sprayed with water and now soaked. "Do do do." He back rolls away from the water spray somehow managing to sing the next verse which fits perfectly with the situation. "Swim away do do do do." and is back on his feet again, grinning and moving to lean right up against Tony's shoulder. "Swim away~!"

"Hey! Stop that!" Tony shouts as Peter flips away from him. And then he's trying to get close again. "Get back h- no! Stay away! Stop that!"

He starts just shoving and trying to keep Peter away from him while still spraying him. "You touch me a-Ah!" He takes a wrong step and goes crashing back to the floor, reaching out and grabbing Peter as he goes.

Peter's giggling as he keeps trying to get closer, pretty much looking like a drowned rat at this point but he's still going-still belting the lyrics like it's his jam. Then Tony slips and he stops immediately, throwing his hand out to stop the older man from crashing to the floor.

He helps to steady him and takes in a relieved breath. "Are you okay, Mr Stark?"

It's kind of what happens when you soak a floor that's covered in sugar and flour. It was a sweet gesture to make sure Tony doesn't hurt himself, but as soon as Tony had a hold of that hand, he was tugging on it to pull Peter down with him.

"Must.. punish.. for.. bad song!" He playfully growls in between laughs.

He finally gives up and looks around. "Okay, fine. You win. I'm going to have that damn song in my head all night!"

"WAH!" Peter shrieks as he's suddenly being pulled down again. Mr Stark's words have him cackling again. Phase one of his evil plan is nearly complete.

"I don't know what you're talking about Mr Stark-that song is a bop." He says through his giggles. "It's almost as good as this one-

"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down~"

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"Bop? Bop is now a word? That's- why? What is wrong with your generation? They should all be forbidden to speak!" He was just about to get up and start doing something about this mess when-

"Oh no you don't! Peter! Pet- Stop! How dare you!" He grabs the closest thing to him from the counter top- another egg- and cracks it right over Peter's head, letting it ooze down his hair. He starts laughing so hard it's hard to breathe.

Red team are on kitchen duty, she has figured out that much so far. She had cooked for herself earlier but now it was getting on to meal time and she should probably go and help out her team before priestess Lightning or Tony got mad at her.

She was expecting people to be in the kitchen but she was not expecting... This. Whatever this was. Peter and Tony were on the floor, the floor was a mess, flour, sugar, water. Peter had egg in his hair. They were on the floor and they were crying.

No. Laughing? Maybe? This is just... Chaos. She walks a little closer, not quite liking the feel of sugar and wet flour under her feet. "What did be happening?"

He makes a noise when the egg smashes against his head but that doesn't stop his overly awful screeching.

"Never gonna run around and-!" He stops midverse when he realises someone's approaching and looks over to see Buttercup.

"Hey!" He chirps, sounding like this was a completely normal situation. "Mr Stark didn't like the song I sang for him." He states matter of factly before getting an idea and scrambling to his feet.

"Hey! Let me teach you his favorite song! There's hand movements and everything." And, much to Tony's dismay-

"Baby Shark Do do do do Baby shark do do do do." He does the movements.

Tony was laughing so hard, he couldn't even say hi to Buttercup, but he waved at her. He points at Peter and wheezes out, "He licked my hand! He's a bad, bad kid!"

He tries to wipe his eyes as tears are streaming down his face, but it just smears some flour or sugar or something white on his cheek and nose. His eyes abruptly widen at Peter starting to sing that god-awful song again.

"NO!" Tony cries and puts his hand in some wet sugar and half tackles/ half flails around to get his hand over the kid's mouth again. "Bad Peter! Ba- Hahaha! Stop.. my sides are killing me!"

It's finally happened. Peter has finally lost it completely. Whatever is wrong with him he's infected Tony as well, who seems to have trouble breathing.

She's seen silliness before, among the street thieves and kids of Gauig who she sometimes ran with. But never among adults.

Then Peter was singing and Tony was shouting and trying to get Peter to be quiet.

She held out her hand in front of her and with her other hand pinched her skin, hard. Maybe she had never gotten out of that suitcase? This day was so weird, maybe it is just a dream?

The pinch hurts and Peter is still singing. Not a dream at all.

Some of that wet sugar arcs away from Tony and Peter and strikes a small figure in the doorway square in the face.

There’s an affronted yelp and suddenly there’s a very annoyed undead ten year old staring down at them, Not Amused. Joscelin had just showered, and now there’s powdered sugar dissolving in his still-damp hair.

“Do you have any idea how this looks? I would thank you to keep your sadomasochistic food fights away from public spaces. I do not consent to participate in your perversion.”

Peter licks again but this time he pauses to make a face because that did not taste awesome. He tries to wrestle Mr Stark's hand away from his mouth and takes a deep breath so he can keep singing as loudly as he can.

"Baby shark! MOMMY SHARK DO DO DO DO-WHAT!?" Peter nearly chokes at Joss's comment. "Disgusting!? He's like my dad???"

....

...

WELP.

"Mommy Shark do do do. Mommy Shark!"

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