voidtreckerexpress | 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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He couldn't tell if he was being humored the same way he had just humored Ignis, but it didn't really matter. The young man would either follow his advice or not, it wasn't like it cost him anything to give it. "I could introduce you to some people I think you might get along well with." If Ignis hadn't met him yet, Manabu would be a good ally and Ash. The elves, certainly. He wouldn't push it too far if given the chance since he could tell Ignis wasn't the type to have loads of friends ready to go party with him.

And apparently that was the end of their dinner, Tony thought with a sigh. The young man was getting up and picking up dishes. However, the adviser surprised him with that remark. "As you shouldn't have," Tony agreed with a tired smile. "I wasn't a very good man back then." He had doubts about if he even was now.

When the younger man left the room, he stayed behind. Even if he'd had a really wonderful release of endorphins earlier laughing with Peter, this conversation and what other memories that had been brought up had left him in a downward spiral of thought. He should really leave the young man alone. It wasn't fair to him to be flirted with, especially when Tony wasn't sure they were on the same page with that. To Tony it was a harmless joke between friends, but to Ignis it seemed an insult. That hadn't been his intention, but did that matter? It was the result. Did any of his intentions matter if the result was harmful? He really didn't know.

"If you think that's best, we can do that." It'd be easier for him to have Tony there to do the socialization if it was needed. The older man was a social butterfly, able to make friends easily and generally get along with everyone. And while Ignis admired that ability, it wasn't his. He was more comfortable one on one or small gatherings, like four men travelling together.

Ignis didn't know what to make of the comment about being a good man. Surely Tony had to have changed to have such a woman marry and have a daughter with him. He pondered along those lines as the cups were refilled and he came back, setting both down in front of the older man.

The expression was different than the smiles and the laughter he'd been on the receiving end of before. What had changed in the few moments that had passed? Ignis wasn't going to pry but he was concerned. Had he said the wrong thing? No, Tony had laughed, but then again maybe he would laugh to cover his pride. Had it been wounded?

Finally settling in at his chair, green eyes looked over at the older man. "You seem rather thoughtful." That would either open the conversation or it would be shut down. But at least it gave Tony the option.

Tony looked at Ignis funny, but nods anyway since it was what he thought was best. Why would it be what he thought best when this was a suggestion to assist Ignis? The young man sure was a curiosity. He wondered what it might have been like to be a king's servant or whatever he was. It was possible the man's whole life has been spent like the Genie from Disney's Aladdin. 'Poof, what do you need? Poof, what do you need?'. What would it be like to be suddenly freed of that and actually have to ask himself, what did Ignis want? What could be done to help?

Startled out of his thoughts, he looks up at Ignis in surprise. "You came back?" It takes him a moment to notice the cups had been refilled. "Oh.. I thought you were done."

The advisor's life was always answering to someone else, even if that someone else was two years younger than him. There was never much thought given as to what he personally wanted for himself, that kind of freedom he wouldn't know quite what to do with. He'd gotten a bit of that and didn't know what to do so he'd felt lost.

Somehow though he was surprised that Tony was surprised he was there. So Ignis was a bit confused in his reply. "I..where else would I be?" A moment later he got the reply. "N..no, unless you have somewhere else to be."

In his own mind after dinner he was getting back to the kitchen, but if Tony wanted to go wander off, the cleaning would still get done regardless.

"I'm not implying anything, just.. it's fine. Don't worry about it." It took effort to push the thoughts he had been spiraling into aside along with any self-consciousness of what Ignis saw. He was tired. He wanted to know what the right course of action was instead of always having to second guess himself. What was he doing with Ignis? What if Pepper shows up? What if she never showed up? What if..

"Thank you," he finally said, picking up his fresh coffee mug. "That's all I meant by that."

'Don't worry about it.' That was something Ignis said all the time and most of the time he got left alone for saying it. Then there were other times that he didn't get left alone for saying it so he had to let that go for now.

However, for Tony's sake, Ignis wouldn't pry. It wasn't in his nature though it seemed as if something was wrong. Taking a sip of his own coffee, Ignis sighed. "I'm going to finish this and I'll clean up dinner. Afterwards I'll get started on the rest of that clean up."

"No, you've done plenty." Tony looked up thoughtfully at Ignis. "What would you like to do? No duty, no rules, no master.. what would Ignis Scientia enjoy doing?"

He didn't like that Ignis felt so obligated to clean up his mess. It had been sweet when it felt like he was just helping a friend, but now it sounded more like a servant cleaning up after his careless master and that didn't sit well with him.

'I want to go home' was the advisor's first thought. Sighing, he knew that was the answer that only led to wishful thinking. Hearing the last name being used was interesting, but Ignis only frowned into his coffee cup as he gave an honest answer.

"I don't really know."

His whole life had been to duty per King Regis to serve Noctis. There was some downtime but not much. Even when Noct went to high school Ignis' days still revolved around the crown prince.

"Alright," Tony nodded, thinking on that a moment. "Okay, here's what we're going to do. You're going to leave everything in the kitchen the way it is and go to the game room. I'm going to take a quick shower and join you. Then, I'm going to kick your ass in whichever video game of your choice." An amused smirk played on his lip.

"And that's an order, Ignis." He chuckled at that. He knew full well he had no authority over the other man, but this seemed like a unique circumstance he might just get away with it.

Ignis looked at Tony as if he'd grown two more heads at the thought of leaving the kitchen the way that it was. Shirking responsibility? But..

And then his thoughts trailed off. He knew another little imp that would do something like this and suggest it. So the advisor figured that it must have something to do with the colour of the hair.

Sighing, he got up and shook his head. "I don't play them often, so be aware of that. But I'll meet you in there."

With one last look at the kitchen and Tony, he headed off.

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