Good god, Rogue. Maybe he should have gathered it from your blissful pie, but you're a pretty damn good cook, and Tony's taken a bit of everything at the table. Coupled with the fact that this is the first time in ages that he's had a traditional, home-cooked dinner, and he's actually had a bit of a change of heart about this whole gathering-up-all-the-strays thing going on here. He sees what you did there, Rogue and Ororo.

Of course, this doesn't mean he's about to go ahead and just admit that he's enjoying himself. No, that'd be too difficult. It's far easier to just play down everything and be his usual snarky self.

"Hey, Rogurt. Sweet potatoes, twelve o'clock. I haven't tried those yet."