"I'll be modest and say just a troop, although we both know that it's more than that," he joked, knowing when to drop a subject, like Tony's lack of cooking skills.
He looked at Tony as he took his first bite. "You don't know how to do normal talk, do you? And yet, you can charm the world. Multiple worlds apparently." He supposed that it had to do with growing up the only child of a very rich man. "I want to create a high school for the kids here. There'd be normal classes, but for those with powers, I'm thinking of using the Danger Room. If they are stuck here, they might as well learn to defend themselves. Who knows how long we'll be stuck here and they might not need the skills, but it gives them a boost in self-esteem."
He raised a fork toward the glass. "Thank you. So how about you? Are you working on something?"