Of course Tony was paying attention, even if his head was turned like he was surveying the other side of the room, keeping his watch on Peter out of the corner of his eye. At first, he replied, "That makes sense. Well, no, it doesn't, living with them sounds like a nightmare, talking to either of them is an emotional minefield, but you're all Avengers, you should stick together. Stop that or I'll take that away from you." He still wasn't quite looking in Peter's direction, fingers tapping restlessly where they were curled around the edge of the mattress. "Jon made that one," he continued in the same tone, like he hadn't just made a threat, indicating with his chin toward the plastic bottle, "couldn't tell you what's in it, but he hasn't been wrong yet." So, that was probably Peter's problem solved, but Tony had brought the hammered brass pot from their bathroom as well, before he knew Jon was already prepared, and he explained, "That other one, that's what I use to shave, soothes the skin. Maybe you can still find a use for it, in...four or six years."