Happy didn't know Bruce all that well, but he'd always liked the guy. You had to respect someone who could stay (mostly) level headed while harboring a big green monster. You also had to listen politely to them while they went on about science and cooking while they, meanwhile, neglected what they'd put on the grill. Although he tried several times to interrupt, glancing now and then at the hot dogs on the grill, Bruce seemed too caught up in his explanation to notice. This wasn't actually a new phenomenon in Happy's life. Tony could tangent for hours. Scientists.
"That's pretty cool, Alton Brown, but your weenies are burning," he finally managed when Bruce was finished and jerked his head towards the blackening wieners. He took a passive swig of beer.