Wildly glorious. The pot would be empty sooner rather than later because Strange was on top of it, and every time he refilled a cup for him, Tony did one for himself too (it only made sense). He tended to do most everything in excess when giving a proper excuse, and this was a damn great one by most measures. "Physics and engineering and literally anything else if I read up on if for a few hours," Tony corrected, because he felt like he was being a little short changed in comparison to time and space and magic. He rose an eyebrow at the mouthed words, and shook his head slowly. No. Capitalism always counted, thanks.
"Magic is bullshit," Tony countered, because he couldn't help himself. Frankly, he'd probably get himself worked up about it but it was infuriating because he didn't know how it worked. And Tony? Tony was someone who could figure anything out if he put his mind to it for long enough. But then came a guy with a floaty cape and third eye powers or something and Tony about lost his mind about it whenever he considered it too hard.
More coffee, then.
"Banner is -- he's a friend. Maybe mutual friend." Look, he didn't know what Stephen was about beyond hobo grunge and flirting. "He's good with some pretty specific sciences. Also turns into a giant rage monster. Good guy, though. And what we mean by steering is just that. The Doctor here apparently has a ship that travels space and time and we thought if we could rebuild the controls -- well." He leaned forward, waved his hand through the air in a way that cut, because he was making a point here, okay. He didn't even need to finish his sentence, he was sitting with people who could infer just fine.