It was only Tony that Sal didn't have the patience for, like any reasonable human, and he laughed, "Go on inside, Jessica, plenty in the fridge, help yourself. Stock up, you need to keep your energy up in the woods." One of them, at least, had decided Bruce, Jess and Tony were camping. Tony pursed his lips, still levelling a sidelong glance Bruce's way with a brow arched for his assumption that it was perfectly normal to sleep in a stranger's doghouse. They really had to go out more. There was no reason to turn down food, though, so with a rap of his knuckles on the deck's railing he led the way into the house.
"You never told me what you were doing in town," he said to Jess before anyone could bring up less than ideal overnight accomodations again, then ducked into the fridge, finding an assortment of raw foods that Tony hardly recognized outside of professional preparation, along with a big, fat pot of...well, something cooked. That was at least on Tony's map. He hauled it out to bring to the stove and give it a cautious exploration with the tip of a finger.