[You know, Tony, sometimes a serious conversation is in order, amid somewhat serious circumstances β Stephen does believe that this counts, considering theyβve been uprooted from Earth and timelines possibly are knotted up and confounding, considering who heβs talking to.
But then a splat!, thereβs pudding splayed across his chest, and Stephen has to hold back an intense, bone-deep sigh. Frustration mingles with exasperation, canceling each other out and leaving the sorcerer just standing there with food sliding down his tunic.]
Really.
[Why did he expect anything else. Why would Stark be cooperative in any and all circumstances that have nothing to do with (half of) immediate universal destruction?]
Weβve been displaced from Earth, with no rhyme or reason for you being here, straight into a Medieval Times analog, and youβre throwing pudding around.
god why is he trying to age Stephen by ten years instead
But then a splat!, thereβs pudding splayed across his chest, and Stephen has to hold back an intense, bone-deep sigh. Frustration mingles with exasperation, canceling each other out and leaving the sorcerer just standing there with food sliding down his tunic.]
Really.
[Why did he expect anything else. Why would Stark be cooperative in any and all circumstances that have nothing to do with (half of) immediate universal destruction?]
Weβve been displaced from Earth, with no rhyme or reason for you being here, straight into a Medieval Times analog, and youβre throwing pudding around.