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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Tony pours a cup of the coffee and passes it to Luke. "There's cream and sugar if you need either of those." He refills his own cup leaving it just black.

It did something to his heart to see the kid so pleased with something he'd done. Perhaps he could influence this version of Luke to be his own kind of hero in his own right. There was no telling what else might be different in Luke's world than in the movies, so he was trying not to simply judge based on that. He smiled back and gave a nod as a 'you're welcome'.

"Hey.. you're handy, aren't you?" He asked. Of course he was already on the next topic. "Think you could find some material and make us some practice swords? I really might need to cut something in half with your light saber sometime, but we shouldn't really practice with that."

Luke blew on the drink before taking a sip, a small smile creeping up onto his face. Yes, this was just like caf. He settled back against the counter, sipping at it happily, before peering over at Tony at his question.

"Shouldn't be too hard?" Luke replied. "I guess wood would be the best option; I'd just need that and a knife to cut it to shape."

Tony raised an eyebrow at him. "What? You can't Force the wood into shape?"

He managed to keep that expression for about twenty seconds before breaking into a laugh. "I'm kidding. Of course we'll find a knife for you." He took another sip of his coffee. "And then I'll beat your ass with the fake sword." He grinned knowing that was probably not even sort of true, but he was going to enjoy Luke's reaction.

Luke rolled his eyes, an amused look coming to his face. Hilarious.

He raised his mug, as if in a small toast. "You can try to beat my... ass," he replied, fumbling a bit awkwardly at the last part. Someone clearly didn't swear that much.

Tony drank to Luke's toast and then gave him a funny look. "So.. your the son of the most powerful, evil man in all of my world's fictional stories and you can't say the word ass?" That's it, this relationship should be a sit-com.

He chuckled and shook his head. "I think you're my favorite Luke Vader."

Luke was halfway through a zip of coffee when Tony let that one out, and he almost choked. He pulled the cup away, wiping at his mouth and struggling not to laugh.

"Th-that's not how his name works."

Tony laughed, quite pleased to have successfully gotten that kind of reaction from the boy. He wondered if he could manage to get coffee to come out of the kid's nose.

"I will give you ten chocolate bars if you say it's actually Mr. Darth Vaderpants."

Luke had to turn around, setting his mug down and leaning over the counter, struggling against a laugh.

"If he ever appears here, I'm telling him that one."

Tony grinned, loving that Luke was so responsive to his humor. "Agreed, but only if I'm present when you do."

He wondered what it'd be like to have Darth Vader on the train. It just couldn't be a good thing. "So, in all seriousness, how do the names work in your world?"

Luke paused a moment, sipping at his caf -- coffee; he was going to need to get used to calling it that.

"Well, most names are like mine? Given name, family name," he began. "Some species don't have a family name so much as a clan name, or both a family name and a clan name. When it comes to 'Darth Vader', 'Darth' is his title, while 'Vader' is his name."

Now that Tony knew what 'caf' was, he didn't see any reason Luke had to learn something new. This 'old dog' could certainly learn new things. Another example was listening to what Luke said about Vader.

"So what does 'Darth' mean? I'm still like Luke Vader," he teased, giving him a playful wink. "Just.. It's an 'Earth' thing." The timer beeped on the food, so he pulled it out of the oven. "I think... we're about ready for dinner. Grab that platter over there for me." Since the man was there, he might as well use him.

"I'm... not sure," he admitted, a small frown coming to his face. Now that he thought about it, he had never asked. "I think it may be a Sith title; I've heard him refer to the Emperor as Darth Sidious before."

He paused at the request, glancing over at the platter, before a small grin came to his face. Stretching a hand out, he reached out to the Force, grabbing the platter with invisible hands and floating it gently over to rest on the counter next to Tony.

He accepts that answer easily enough. It wasn't his goal to call the young man out on what he didn't know about Star Wars trivia, after all.

He looked up after a moment, when Luke didn't seem to be moving like he expected. Spotting the outstretched hand though, he immediately turned and saw the platter floating over to the counter. He had to laugh at that. "Alright, your next mission in life is to go find one of the kids and ask them what 'Extra' means."

He reached out and ruffled Luke's hair lightly. "Now you better go before I start spouting annoying things like how glad I am you showed up and no one wants to hear that."

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