Nebula | Tony
One of the things Tony liked best about Nebula was that despite the fact that she didn't really get the reasoning behind the events going on, she was always willing to show up and partake in her own Nebula sort of way. It felt a little like growth, every time he saw it happening, because Nebula wasn't the sort who was festive by any measure, and yet, here she was with a cup and a bad word about skittles. Or whatever it was she'd tried last.
Tony was -- sort of distracted. He had a drink in his hand and he was dressed in a three-piece suit because if anyone asked he could just say his costume was Business Tycoon, which was like dressing up from his own closet and being himself all while pretending he'd put in the effort. But for the most part, his attention kept turning to Peter who was sitting morosely by himself but for the occasional visitor. He wanted to go over there but he also felt like maybe helicopter parenting wasn't really the best approach for a kid who was having an existential crisis about --er. Everything.
"It's an old terran tradition," he told Nebula, focusing his attention back on her. "Back before they had a lot of real knowledge in science or electricity or anything like that, there'd been a lot of superstition. People used to hollow them out, make a face and put candles in them so that if they left them out, it'd scare any ghosts away. And I guess, I don't know. Waste not want not? They're edible." Ghosts would have sounded a bit more like a silly concept a week ago, unfortunately.