The thing was, Tony didn't doubt he could learn to cook if he put his mind to it. It didn't look hard and he got that there was science, math and a little art to it. And for the most part, when Tony wanted to figure something out, he did it. He was a genius after all.
Problematically, the few times that he'd attempted bothering with cooking, he'd gotten tremendously bored halfway through and had turned his attentions elsewhere. There had been fires involved. Pepper had been wildly unimpressed. The omelet incident of 2010 was not something he was ever going to be allowed to forget.
"I don't think unwilling or forced really works here," Tony said with a smile. "More like ... irritatingly coerced." He was teasing, of course. Not like it was any kind of hardship to be catered to and fed. Even if it was a little weird, because this was usually the sort of thing Steve would do for him.
"It's just a matter of installation once I get everything printed," Tony said, swishing his drink around his glass. "Getting them in place, hooking them up to the power grid. Maybe making a phone update so it can all be controlled digitally. No reason to keep living in the dark ages."