That hurt, but Tony turned to the questionable stew to pout as though he considered the likelihood of imprending food poisoning before he forced a laugh to defend himself coolly, "Pepper's not always there, you know." Like Bruce would rather meet in his office anyway, please. Lips still pressed in a thin line, he busied himself with the search for bowls and cutlery, too distracted by this wound to think too much harder on the risks of unknown foods. He portioned out enough for himself and his backstabbers and invited them to head back out to the table. Sal had floated mysteriously away by then, leaving Tony to search skeptically for his lingering presence before he heard a crash from the shed. Eyebrows raised with a pout of acceptance, he continued to the table where he spooned up a brave mouthful of stew.