"That explains a lot," Tony said from his nest on the sofa. He'd been invited to dinner a few times, usually as cover for an eventual lecture about how hard he was working Peter. Dinner was always predictable, at least, in that it was predictably either burnt and a lost cause, or ... wanting something.
Tony could cook, of course, but it wasn't the same kind of cooking. It wasn't home cooking from a grandmother's recipies. It was dishes that could be picked up at a Le Cordon Bleu boot camp. Good, but a little too fiddly.
"I'm ... it's sad I never got a chance to meet him. Make a whole pot, alright? And get me the tonkotsu? Get yourself some takoyaki, too, like, two orders of takoyaki."
Peter liked them, and they were good cold from the fridge the next day. Tony probably wasn't making any bagged lunches for the next few days.
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Date: 2018-09-09 02:29 am (UTC)Tony could cook, of course, but it wasn't the same kind of cooking. It wasn't home cooking from a grandmother's recipies. It was dishes that could be picked up at a Le Cordon Bleu boot camp. Good, but a little too fiddly.
"I'm ... it's sad I never got a chance to meet him. Make a whole pot, alright? And get me the tonkotsu? Get yourself some takoyaki, too, like, two orders of takoyaki."
Peter liked them, and they were good cold from the fridge the next day. Tony probably wasn't making any bagged lunches for the next few days.