It felt for Nyx, that he suffered from the idle hands did devils work syndrome. Often if he found himself needing to do something to keep himself busy or he just... had nothing. Nyx really didn't like being alone with his own thoughts dealing with the issues of his own. It was easier dealing with others, than worrying what was wrong with his own head.
And feeding an army of children and teens, and one adult sized Tony. Much easier.
Looking up in thought, Nyx smirked. "I suppose. I'm not exactly stuffing food right into your yap." With a side glance, he flipped the vegetables with a shake and snap of the pan. "Though, I guess I could do that if you really want but it'll get very weird between us very quickly." Nyx half laughed while focusing back at the meal sipping his drink.
"Dark ages." Nyx commented thoughtfully thinking back to Insomnia. Compared to a lot of people in town, his world was bounds behind times in many ways. Sure they had cars, Niflheim had airships, and they had reactors for power - but the stuff either Tony mentioned or showed him were just insane in the future tech scale. Especially regarding space travel. Nyx had only been able to look to the stars from the ground on a good clear day. "Well, you say the word and I will do what I can to help." Nyx poked the steaks with his finger and turned the heat off from the matching burner.