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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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Ash was definitely someone who snacked throughout the day rather than eat only at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Here she was, headed to the kitchen to find something to nibble on - perhaps a piece of fruit, maybe some crackers? - stopping as she found Tony in the kitchen doing whatever it was that he was making. He had a lot going on and she was very nervous about getting in the way - so she wouldn't get in the way.

"Do you need help?" She was already rolling up the sleeves of her hoodie to her elbows, the burn scars on her arms dully shining under the light. Just as with the party, she was more than willing to help with the prep. Hopefully Tony wasn't feeling spicy and would push her out of her comfort zone, but even Ash wouldn't be surprised if he did.

And here's said individual, perching on the edge of the bench, doing fancy card shuffles.

"Thanks for this man."

"Oh, mister Stark..!" Madoka had already heard the sounds coming from the kitchen when she was standing outside it, but she had to just pop in her head and see who was making all that meal preparation noise.

At least the purpose she had in coming here seems pretty clear - she's holding a mop in her hands, apparently busy with the blue team's share of the chores.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were busy here.. I'll clean things up later then." But just leaving right away feels rude. Especially when he's been so nice to her, so.. "Um, how have you been..?"

Was it really a surprise that Tony couldn't manage to do one thing at a time? His mind had to be kept busy and trying to juggle multiple recipes with different prep times was one way to stay sharp- not that he suspected it could go dull.

He glances up when Ash comes in, immediately smiling when he sees her. "Hey Ash!" He pauses in the middle of his madness to think of what he could give her to do. With someone else he might try to wave them off, but Ash was both competent and he enjoyed her company. So if she was offering to spend time with him, he wasn't going to turn that down.

"I have some vegetables that could use some prep. Mind cutting the tomatoes in half and cutting the asparagus? Make them about this long." He makes a quick reference with his thumb and index finger for something around an inch.

He cuts off a piece of the sourdough bread, spread some butter on it, and handed it over to her. "Evie did a great job with this bread. Want to try it? There are also some fresh mangoes over there I can slice up if you're hungry."

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Tony flashes Kaito a smile. "You're welcome, kid. I've attempted to go vegetarian a couple times and I've found you can do just about anything to eggplant you can do to meat. Do you want me to make some beans or anything to go along with this so you have some protein too?" He glances over again, just as he was slicing the vegetable.

Besides that, he wanted to go back to their original conversation of Kaito's dad. He was an interesting man. "So you said he gave up the majority of his travels once you were born. Do you know where he went beforehand?"

Tony glances up as he's pulling pans out of the cupboard and getting a whole assortment of ingredients out onto the counter. "Hey Madoka!" He responses with a grin. "You don't need to worry about the kitchen. Red team can clean this place up... I mean, unless you just want to help. I'm not going to stop you."

"I'm doing well. Just trying to stay busy." He gets a couple packs of gelatin out. "I'm going to be making some gummy candy. You should get some when I'm finished."

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The look in Madoka's eyes says everything. She sure wants some of those gummy candies! Maybe she should just.. hang around and clean some part of the kitchen he isn't using or something.. just so she can stick around to get some of those later on. That sounds like a plan to her.

"That sounds good." An understatement if there ever was one, but it'd feel bad to look too eager for those. "You seem pretty content with your kitchen duty."

Not that Madoka is the type to complain about chores either, but she knows there are people who don't like having to do chores as much.

Since Mr. Stark’s team was the one that was supposed to be on meal duty, apparently, the kitchen was the first place Luke went looking for him... sort of. Really, he had intended to keep his word on allowing the other man to set the time and date of their discussion about how different his reality was from how others on the train seemed to know it, but the smells from the kitchen caught the attention of his poor stomach, which survived too long on military rations to ignore it. It rumbled in hunger still even as he hung back, waiting for an opportune moment to interrupt Tony, one that wouldn’t lead to fingers getting sliced off.

“Mr. Stark, sir?” he finally asked softly once he was sure.

"Eh, whatever works." He says amiably, watching curiously. "I'm a teen, I eat anything." He quips cheerfully. "So long as it's not f-fish."

He grins. "Wherever the work was! He was in Vegas for a while, I know, and he toured through Europe. Don't think he ever broke the Chinese market, but magic's harder to pull of as a profession in Asia anyway."

Peter might not have actually fallen asleep the night before, he stayed in the gaming car until he suddenly found himself back in bed. Which is really annoying because he was in the middle of a game and didn't get to save. UGH. Once he manages to crash he's out for most the day, all way until almost evening. Letting out a huge yawn he makes his way to the kitchen car to grab something to eat then maybe go back to video games.

He stops when finds Mr Stark and suddenly feels very self conscious about how he'd spent his entire night. Well, he doesn't really have to report that he stayed up super late in the game car, right?

"S'up Mr Stark? Sorry I kinda slept through lunch. Guess I was like super beat."

Apart from his self-imposed mission to make sure all his sons eat properly, Feanor doesn't enjoy cooking all that much. So if Tony wants to take it on himself doing the big stuff, Feanor won't stop him.
He did promise dessert though because somehow that's now his specialty. It's as fancy as it can be with such laughably limited stock of ingredients. Which is not fancy at all to his standards but probably heavenly feast to all others.

A mango crumble it is. The choice was obvious as it is one of the few options that could be eaten hot or cold, no matter the hour. A useful thing to have considering the erratic sleep patterns of some of the fellow travelers. Though anyone who gets caught reheating the crumble in a microwave in his presence should prepare for a lecture on how that's a crime, they're completely ruining the texture and should be deeply ashamed of themselves.

She was mostly just impressed at how much he could multitask, but Ash was not the most accomplished chef (nor would she ever claim to be). She didn't consider how she could have multiple trains of thought going on surrounding her automatons and weaponry... But when did she ever give herself credit?

She returned the smile, her ears perking up a bit. There was some relief that he was happy to see her, but mostly it was just a warmth that reminded her of how she felt when she'd see Stephanivien. With a nod she moves in to pick up the knife, but stopped herself as Tony handed her the sourdough.

It had been quite a while since she'd had any - she wasn't a picky eater and didn't often seek things out while she was traveling, so she often had very basic meals on the road. She was excited. She was shaking her head no to the mangos as she took a bite of the sourdough, but she stopped and looked to Tony, her smile growing a smidge. She finished the bite she had before she spoke.

"Oh, that's good - I haven't had sourdough in far too long. Evie did do a great job." She leaned against the counter as she took a minute to enjoy the bread before starting her veggie cutting mission. "I appreciate the mango, but I think I'll hold off - who knows how many bites I'll sneak when you aren't looking." There were subtle hints of mischief behind those freckles and mismatched eyes.

It was amusing how similar her personality could be to that of a rabbit. She could be a bit shy and always subdued. He had a brief moment of picturing her with a little bunny nose as she bit into the bread and he smirks at his own internal joke. If she really turned her attention to some poor guy on this train, the fellow would be a goner. She was so easy to like and gorgeous to boot. He wondered if there weren't someone closer to her age that would be better suited for her.

He laughs lightly at her tease. He gestures towards the thin strips of salmon. "That's higher quality salmon than I had expected. If it were back home, I'd add citrus to that and maybe a little spices and serve it raw. I'm not quite confident enough in it to do that here." The salt would cure the meat and make it perfectly suited to be eaten without cooking it. What he wouldn't give for some lemon! "I don't know what else I'm using that you can steal bites of, but if you see anything, help yourself. If I were back home, I'd also have a martini."

Tony has to laugh. Madoka's reaction to the candy was very cute and rivaled Peter's level of obsession with sweets. How many other kids did they have on board who lived for sugar? He knew Charlotte and Buttercup did too.

He flashes her another smile as he starts setting up what he'll need on the counter. "Well.. for the past few years I've been a stay-at-home dad. My wife, Pepper, is the CEO of the company my family started. I had to learn how to do stuff around the house, like cook and the more self-sufficient our family was the better." He'd been so sick and weak when he'd been rescued. They'd had a chaplain perform the wedding while he was still on bed rest and it wasn't that long before his daughter was born. They'd both been home for the first year or so, but then Pepper had been ready to go back to her work. Tony thought he'd never work again.

"I guess it just reminds me of home."

Tony looked up from the multiple sheet pans of fish fillets. He had a set of tweezers and had been carefully deboning them. When his eyes fell on Luke, he gave the young man a smile. He stopped to wash his hands and offered Luke a clean hand. "Tony. It's okay, Luke. I'm not your commanding officer. Make yourself at home, kid."

He cut a small chunk of sourdough off a loaf- from the looks of it he'd already cut a few pieces off- and spread some butter on it. Handing it off to the young man, he asked, "How are you getting along with all your adoring and intrusive fans?"

Tony will take that as a yes. He looks around for what else he can add to make this taste good for the fish-avoiding teen. He decided on a fairly simple recipe that Morgan used to eat since they had bread, cheese, and black beans available. He wasn't sure how well it went with eggplant, but he doubted Kaito would hold that against him.

Anyway, he was more interested in listening to Kaito talk about his family than splitting hairs over a perfect dinner. Well, not more interested. About the same level. Perfect dinners were important too.

"Why's that? It doesn't get the respect it does in Western culture?" He asks, curiously.

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.

"A bit of that - but the Chinese are a bit leery of us Japanese still, I suppose." He shrugs, watching interestedly as he takes the cards out and starts to shuffle them for fun.

"Oh!" She clasps her hands together. "Just like my mama and papa!"

So there's absolutely nothing strange about the idea of him being a stay-at-home dad. Madoka's own father has also always been the one who was around at home, although for very different reasons.

"I guess that's why you're so good at making sweets, mister Stark. I really enjoyed the ones you gave me last time."

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.

Tony nods, that made sense. It was unfortunate, but that was the same with international relations in his world too. "I'm sure he got plenty of business in Vegas to make up for a lack of interest in that country." True, China was huge, but it would be hard pressed to beat the revenue that could be made in Vegas or New York- not to mention a more consoludated area to travel around.

"How about a card trick, kid?" He asks, with a smirk. He knew a lot of magician secrets, but he didn't mind humoring the young man.

Tony's attention shifted from his memories back to the young, sweet girl in his presence. He smiles at her revelation that they had something in common. It was nice to know someone on this train had a nice family instead of some tragic story like half of the backgrounds he'd heard around here.

"What does your mother do?" He asks, curious what job the woman had to let her husband stay home. He hadn't felt that was too common in the States. It was growing, but it often still was the man who went to work and the woman at home.

The compliment had him smiling and glancing away. He so rarely got bashful, but the sweetness and sincerity of her compliment were intense. With a slight, sheepish grin, he forced his gaze back to her. "Good. Do you prefer sweeter flavors or a sweet sour flavor? Peter likes the sour flavored gummies. I might need to get a list of who likes what around here." Although he did rather prefer the system where he just made whatever he wanted and the kids could either find something else or enjoy what he made. So far, he hadn't been able to have a second helping of any treats he'd made- the teenager munchy monsters were just that verocious around here.

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Hey look, it's a Tony log

at some point during prep whatever she's chill

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How about right in middle of everything :D

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closer to the evening

One Fancy Mango Crumble for all to admire (and eat)

seems about right xD

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