Not that this hadn't started out weird, but things had definitely gotten weirder, even Tony could sense that. So he bit his cheek and nodded sharply, case closed, before turning back to the pot of whatever, not happy but willing to let it lie if Jess didn't want to talk to him. It wasn't like he had been there for anyone since well before invading her skull. No one should have expected that to change.
"What do you think, everyone want to try some?" he offered, collecting a spoon from the holdder above the stove to give his stew an experimental stir. Of course they were all going to have some, they went down with this ship together at this point. "There's wine, and hard liquor..." he offered, pointing to the fridge, then the doorway leading out to the mysteries of the house beyond. "Try not to put anything else you find in your mouth, though, you are liable for your own safety."