Yeah, it was pretty obvious that the two of them were a thing, a good thing. And Tony was happy for them, he really was. He was happy that anyone here wanted to find something more, to not just be lonely and sad and angry about where they were. Starklandia wasn't the most ideal of places, but there were positives about it that Tony wasn't ready to give up, even if he knew he ought to be working at a solution to do so.
"Are goats supposed to eat soup?" Tony asked, genuinely a bit bewildered. It didn't seem like a goat sanctioned sort of food, if he was being honest. "And right. Of course he likes Steve. Everyone likes Steve. Maybe the goat can be friends with the fire puppy and they, along with two teenagers, can eat us out of house and home." It was like a different more domestic and fulfilling version of Tony running a bed and breakfast for an ungrateful biker gang that put coffee grounds down the disposal.