"That's so far from the worst thing you've caught me doing," Tony pointed out, because he was still a free man so clearly they were grading his behaviour on a curve and, honestly, this was practically philanthropy. In fact, it was; he was feeding hungry masses. He was basically a Saint. He didn't even hit Coulson in the head. Still dragging his backpack after him, Tony very slowly worked his way back, away from Coulson along the table, on his elbows. "Hey, that's a great idea, story time. Why don't you go get the matches, I'll gather some wood, and I'll meet you by the pit?"