Tony followed into the kitchen -- he hadn't been in there for a while now. Not since he'd helped set up some of the equipment. Kitchens weren't really in his comfort zone, but getting the stuff to work had been as easy as anything else. Cooking though? No one should ever trust him with that. Which was why he was lucky that his new bunch of kids were all ridiculously happy with simple things. Even Tony couldn't fuck up a bowl of cereal.
"However you want to make it," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Beggars can't be choosers. But I don't mind some pink, if you're into that too." It was steak, after all.
He sipped his drink and nodded along with Nyx's conversational lead in. Because it was getting cold, and because they did have to do something about it. "I've been working on that since it was too hot to function this summer," he admitted with a grin. "Heating's easy. I just have to do some work house to house. Takes some time, and I keep -- well. You see how easy it is to get busy here. What was your idea?"