John was indeed in a mood. Though did he have any right to be. People were reacting appropriately to how he always was. Though, none the less, he was in a mood. Frankly not even really wanting to talk about it. Went with the same reasons why he just rather assume all the Tony's were alike, and equally as bad as the next. Worked for the humans anyway towards the mutants. Not that he had met many humans that accepted them and didn't want to segregate or use them for their powers. Just tools and weapons mutants were to most, if not second class citizens.
"Right? Meal for champions. Everything a growing boy would ever need in life." John said. He had other stuff too, but that was the easier options to spout off about. He did love his snacks after all. Though with her being here, it was actually lightening his mood. Amazing what one person could accomplish for you.
Brew his own beer? It was a thought. "Right. Because the people of the craptastic place would trust anything I supplied." John glanced over to Kitty with that look of his. "Lets be real about this." Then he spun his finger around and made the fire spin also, before letting it do it's normal thing. "But who knows, maybe I'll take you up on that." John ultimately shrugged at it.