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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"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.

Hey look, it's a Tony log

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