"I don't pull of cooking," Tony warned, although the idea was there, he thought maybe it was worth giving it a try. Or bothering Clint about it anyway. Jesus, he'd do some twisted and terrible things for some blueberry pancakes right now. Even if waffles were usually the superior breakfast food. "I'll look into it," he decided and god, when had they gotten so off track? It didn't feel like it mattered because sometimes in a place like this, food was an obsession. Oh sure, none of them were starving, but they didn't always have what they wanted either.
"Space?" He asked, "Oh. No. We've explored. It's a -- mind fuck, to put it politely. Everything just sort of loops around until you're back where you started. Like a bad fairy tale or -- sorry, Avatar? No. No." He wasn't going to lie if asked up front, but he'd never seen it and didn't want to admit it.
"So a suppressant of sorts," Tony said, thoughtful. Kind of genius, actually. "Do you think you could recreate it?" He wondered. He got it though, not having notes, missing out on work that was back home instead of here. It wasn't like Tony himself couldn't redo things he'd done in the past, but it was a bigger pain in the ass than he cared for.