The reminder of the rock creature made Tony blink and glance around the square, like he could have sworn he had just seen it, and couldn't figure out how something so big and destructive was so good at slipping into hiding. They definitely should have been keeping better tabs on it. But he nodded, agreeing that Omega should probably be fed, adding, "But we're not asking Billy. And these don't look ripe yet," gesturing toward the mothcat fussily cleaning her kittens' sleeping faces.

He offered a hand to lead them away then, toward the diner and more promising nourishment, chattering as ever as they went, "You know, I really thought you'd have much loftier plans, I was getting ready to bury bodies, take over the world, convince Echo to smile, that kind of thing. You have to start thinking bigger. A feast, at the minimum, we can start there..."