Lunch Date With Disaster

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"Did you partake? When you were in New York." Tony spoke up from across the infirmary desk, having been mostly occupied with his own journal. "Food, that is. Not wanton mayhem."

True to his cavalier word, Tony had been consistent with his follow ups for part-medical/part-cosmetic/entirely-snoopy visits with Loki, who was still repaying his debts to society. They ended up settling on lunchtime (or breakfast in Tony's case, depending on what he got up to the night before) to do the "procedure" and "enjoy" an "amiable" back and forth. Today had been rather unremarkable--a few jabs, but a lot of quiet time in between.

Maybe it was desensitization to Loki's presence, but Tony's countenance was unremarkable. Vigilant, but passively so. In an odd way, the trickster's focus on his work had a mirroring effect that prompted Tony to focus on his own. None of that excepted some "polite" conversation, however, especially over food. Pleasing Thor had become a priority, whether he wanted to put it that way or not. Consuming genuine sustenance and playing nice with the little brother simultaneously was just efficiently used time.

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[st_ratagem]

“Aww, you think there’s hope in the first place.” Useless to point out, again, that he wasn’t the one whose problem was disliking food. Neutrality wasn’t dislike.

But Stark was making an effort for himself in addition. Another reason to let it pass, and a reminder as he retrieved his own silverware. “I’m reminded and in the mood to warn you: don’t let Thor try to cook for you if you can avoid it.”

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"The boat's sailed on that one." Tony kept as focused on his current food as he could, smiling distantly. The breakfast he had been prepared in bed was what he could only describe as out of this world.

[st_ratagem]

"Another warning you can't say I didn't give you, then." True to his habit, Loki paid virtually no attention to his food even while he was eating it. It didn't require any forcing to keep down, at all, which was always pleasant, at least. "Even if it was too late to save you. Woe."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"The thought that counts." Tony was quick to reply, adding some pepper to the bed of cream.

"That goes for you too, Mr. Mischief. You have to think about what you're eating at least long enough to give me a verdict."

[st_ratagem]

"The thought, and having some kind of fire extinguisher on hand." That counted too. "I think quickly, Stark. It's fine."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Instead of voicing his approval of "fine," Tony merely hummed over a mouthful of egg. Loki had no appreciation for the white lie and he doubted the man would start for his sake.

"You won't make a list, so I will." He replied once he had washed it down. "New York cuisine."

[st_ratagem]

"I'm sure I'll survive." There were worse things, and with Stark's attitude, almost certainly nothing he'd be asked to eat would be unpalatable on its face. Also, if he wasn't in the mood, he could simply decline to play that day. "Do your worst."