That got uncomfortable for too long, but at least Tony could always trust Wicked to not want to talk it out like everyone else. That was a rare trait that should have been treasured, and could have been one of a multitude of reasons Pietro picked her; someone with too many bad habits would really rather they went unchecked, too much confrontation ran the risk of a total system meltdown. Tony was looking down a very dark tunnel of opinions about someone Wicked was probably mourning; that was something to work out on a stubborn dent. "Do they?" he asked too quickly, skeptical because he knew if there was any common thread between their upbringings, it had to be, in the most delicate way possible, non-traditional parents. Not because he was afraid of what Wicked cooking might mean for the child, honest, but Tony leaned over to scoop Joe up again, giving him a reassuring bounce for what was in store for him. "A birthday's pretty far away--is that what you mean, six months, birthday? We're being those people now?" To Joe, he said, "Good god, isn't there a rational influence on your life? Don't worry about it, it's not too late. How do you feel about calculus?"