inner_wolf (inner_wolf) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-06-01 09:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, nina pickering, tony stark (iron man) |
Who: Nina Pickering and Tony Stark
When: 1st June
Where: Supermarket
What: Random Encounter
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Nina was shopping once again, her trolley containing a number of fresh chickens ready for the freezer. She always stocked up when they were on offer, they were good for feeding the wolf when she turned and ensured she wouldn’t go too crazy in the cage under the house.
Smiling she couldn’t help wondering if it was her destiny to always run into Tony Stark at the grocery store. “What produce is giving you issues this time?” she asked with a smile.
Tony was in the section between the produce and the meat--dairy. It wasn’t quite as confusing as the apples, but he did have a cart in front of him with things in it. “Would you believe it’s the butter this time?” He asked, turning to give the woman a smile. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”
“First apples now butter” she said with teasing amusement, “Apparently we’re fated to be shopping buddies” she joked, finding it highly amusing that they seemed to shop at the same time and place. “Getting to like doing your own shopping?” she asked him, because she was sure he didn’t need to.
“I could do with a few more of those,” Tony mused, lifting a hand to pet his goatee in a thoughtful manner. “Someone to help me on my way when things get confusing.” He nodded, reaching for the butter. He grabbed two packs. “It’s good, though… Why would anyone not want salt in butter? Is this common? I guess I don’t cook enough to know why.” He held up the unsalted and salted butters.
Nina chuckled, “Well I will do what I can to unravel the mysteries of the supermarket” she told him, before saying, “Ah well actually unsalted is good if you still want the taste of butter but you have high blood pressure or if you are cooking for babies and children. All those kinds of people need to lower the salt in their diet”
“Oh, I see.” Tony didn’t have high blood pressure. Did he? He’d never been told by either a doctor or the suit to watch his pressure. Not in this world, anyway. He cocked his head to the side. “You seem to know a lot about this nutrition stuff.” He said, and put the salted butter in his cart.
“Well I'm a nurse so it comes with the territory” Nina told him, realising that while she knew a lot about him thanks to media etc he knew very little about her.
Tony was impressed when the woman mentioned she was a nurse. “I imagine they probably teach you a lot about nutrition and the like in nursing school.” The gears in his head were turning. “Are you a good cook?” He asked.
“They do, it helps to know a little about everything since people seem to expect you to know absolutely everything” she told him before laughing, “I’m not the best but I can make a few dishes without destroying a kitchen so I’m improving”
“You have any idea where a guy like me could find someone to help with… all this?” He said, and held up the unsalted butter. Tony probably just needed a personal chef, or something, but he wasn’t going to come out and admit it.
“Google?” Nina suggested with a smile, “Or an assistant who doesn’t mind shopping being a duty for her boss. You know if you keep doing it you’ll eventually learn, that’s how most people get along” she said though it wasn’t in an unkind way at all.
“Yeah, I should probably find one of those.” Tony wondered if someone already working at Stark Tower would fill either of those requirements. He felt like he had too much to do to take on another project like this. Because making his own food would take a lot of time out of his day. He frowned a little, then set the unsalted butter back. “Thank you for your help, though.”
“You’re welcome. And for the record I think you’ll find the perfect person to help you out. But don’t give up cooking for yourself completely. It might be a nice break from all the clever brain things you’re doing all day” she told him with a smile.
Tony chuckled softly. “Thank you for the help, and the advice. I’ll give it a go. See what I can come up with.” He turned his attention back to his cart, pondering on the differences between Chillean apples and Washington apples, unsalted butter and salted butter...
“Well apples and butter, some flour and milk and you are well on your way to making a pie” she told him, “But maybe on that note I should leave you to carry on shopping without more input” she grinned.