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WHO: Tony and Celty, feat. Cayde, Echo, Jon, Dustin, Gladio
WHERE: Wherever you can be found!
WHAT: This is another delivery post. Some characters are getting gifts! If you want them instead of whoever's name is on the tag, you can try to intercept. Celty's delivering now, though, so you better be clever.
WHEN: As the plants calm down.
WARNINGS: None.

The forge wasn't in such a terrible state. It wasn't all the way out here, at the edge of the city, where Tony was stupid enough to have encourage mutant plants to take over the whole place. In fact, it seemed like some of the work had already been done for him when Tony started his pruning, and what was left was easily fed into the kiln or the furnace as he got them roaring again. It was only natural then to get distracted by what was uncovered as he swept out tangles of brambles and withered flowers. There was a lot more cleanup for him to do than just the housekeeping.

By the time he sent a message to Celty (offer still stand?), there was a pile of packages already gathered by the heavy, metal door of the forge, looking disappointingly small in the reddening light of the sunset to Tony's critical gaze. Back to work, then.

...to Cayde
Bundled in a waxy banana-type leaf, tied with its own stems, is a neat stack of long, slim bullets that look like they belong in a rifle. There's no way that diamond shape debossed into their pointed tips is functional. Right? With them is a tube that looks like it has some rifling in it, that the bullets fit into. Maybe there's a way for Cayde (or a curious thief) to find out.

...to Echo
While this is folded up tightly like a fist inside of a clay box, it's not a hand exactly. There's way too many silver fingers, and a plate of flat glass for a palm. It does look like Echo's scomp link will fit into it.

...to Jon
Tony must be really confused about hands, because this glove doesn't have enough fingers. It could be an archery glove. Is the right name on this silky net of petals? It's not leather, but a very fine, gold mesh that knits denser together along the underside of it.

...to Dustin
In a small, paper box is what might be the worst deck of cards. There aren't very many of them, and they are all made of brass, slim enough that it seems like they might fracture. Their backs are all imprinted with NO FUN, and only one of them appears to have anything on the other side. It looks a lot like braille. As soon as the package is opened, they all vibrate.

...to Gladio
This is a flat package, folded in papery leaves. It's a slim, silver frame with filigreed edges along the pane seated in the centre, where Tony appears to have given Gladio...a picture of himself? Wait a second, and it turns out to be two. Three. He's visibly holding his communication device in all of them, so he must have used a mirror. Maybe it's a suggestion.

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[ While Tony talks, Jon follows along and sits when indicated, watching Tony gesture as he listens to the man's words. He has to wonder what his perfect new office would even be. A desk, a chair, some drawers... Though he doesn't get to complete that thought as Tony finishes on a question that leaves Jon blinking at him, eyes wide. ]

W-well. Realistically some pants and a shirt.

[ That's what Tony is wearing most of the time ]

Unless you're wearing your armor...

[Tony's shoulders drooped, and he started to roll his eyes dramatically before realizing he really could only blame himself for the rejection, and transitioned the motion into a short nod of acceptance. He gathered his helmet as he pushed away from the desk again to return it to where he had left the rest of the Iron Man, which cascaded with a subtle shifting of plates and flicker of lights as it was completed and rebooted. It turned, apparently autonomously, to continue pulling the roots from the walls as Tony pointed away, down the hall toward his shop.]

Gonna have to clean this place up first anyway. Most of this can be spackled, but some of these holes'll take more than that, should see if there's enough to make more concrete.

[ The sudden shift in Tony's demeanor isn't lost to Jon and he is quick to step forward, armed with a frown. ]

But I'm not wrong! Don't act as if I just gave you the wrong answer, Tony.

No, you're--it's not a test.

[On this they did agree, but Tony looked more frustrated now, stalled from his concrete venture to pace back with tense fists.]

I'm trying to be patient, and not run ahead so you don't have to give me that look again, and it's not really coming out yet, sorry, it's a work in progress, I'm working on it. You have time to think about it.

[ Where Tony is frustrated, Jon finds himself rather confused by that entire reply, which leaves him frozen on the spot in an attempt to understand. ]

...wha-?

[ Well, that's a question. ]

I don't understand.

[ A conclusion. One he doesn't necessarily like. ]

...fine. Let's... Focus on the mess first.

[ Meanwhile he will try to untangle all that was just said. ]

[All of that energy that Tony didn't know where to put drained out of him with defeat, his mouth open but with no idea where to begin to try to explain again what Jon didn't understand. At least he still had the Iron Man to occupy part of his focus, meticulously gathering plants for Tony to turn and accept in a bundle dumped into his arms. He stared at it for a moment, not sure what he thought his next step was going to be even as the armor went back to its gathering, before casting around for something to put all of the garbage into. None of this made him feel any less awkward.]

[ Risky as it may be in a more general sense, this obviously is one of the instances where it would be rather useful if Tony were the one to share his thoughts in a more immediate fashion. And while Jon can't help feeling that he missed some important clue somewhere along the line, he doesn't miss how lost Tony seems with his bundle of roots.

Jon stops in his tracks to return to his own root gathering to pick up the plastic box he has been using to transport any removed plant material outside and carries it over to Tony. It's not nearly big enough to fit Tony's entire bundle into, but it's... A start. ]

Let me take some of those. I started a pile. Outside. I will show you where it is.

[Generally at a loss, Tony felt disproportionately grateful for the anchor of the little box, and let some of the snarl of vines drop into it before nodding to follow along mechanically. Of course he couldn't actually stay quiet for long, and muttered mostly to himself as he went now that he had a direction.]

Could just burn them at the forge, a lot easier, plenty of charcoal now, too, don't have to worry about that for a while...

[Neither the way it breached into the building, nor the view from above had prepared Tony for the ambitious growth of the maze from the inside as they made their way into the garden, cutting off any further muttering about charcoal. This was where his impatience had gotten them.]

Oh. Wow.

You could take it all to the forge and burn it, yes. Or we make a bonfire here to-

[ Jon shrugs. ]

-celebrate harvest season? Or whatever we want to call getting rid of all these.

[ He nods towards the box and that's when Tony gets to see what his maze has evolved into. He tips his head at the reaction. ]

Don't worry. It's smaller on the inside.

[With a small grimace and sidelong look, it was clear that Tony was not about to stop worrying. He did his best to rally some enthusiasm, though, with debatable results.]

Like a Thanksgiving? The kids would love that. We've got to finish our own kitchen, though, Tommy'll kill me if he finds me in his again. He's very territorial.

[No other reason to not want Tony in his kitchen, naturally.]

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A kitchen?

[ Now this draws Jon's attention. ]

I didn't know you like to cook.

[ Not that he's going to stop Tony. ]

Well...

[Liking to cook was definitely an exaggeration. It was probably good for everyone's safety and sanity that Tony did not indulge in the activity.]

I made you breakfast.

And I still appreciate that you did.

[ Jon leads them past the overgrown maze to the more open space behind it where a pile of removed roots and branches are already forming a pile. ]

Though I actually agree that a working kitchen isn't a bad idea.

[Tony was happy to open his arms and unceremoniously dump the vines he carried onto the ground, then ineffectively try to pat his hands down his smooth front, having to primly shake them out when the nanosuit didn't do much to dislodge any dirt.]

More breakfasts then. Though, maybe just a microwave, for starters, until--until you know what you would actually use--

[He didn't seem to know what to do with his hands then, his shoulders dropping as they hung in front of him.]

You can microwave a thanksgiving dinner, right?

[ Jon dumps the contents of his box onto the pile and raises a brow at Tony. ]

I will have you know that I am fully capable of cooking any recipe I have ever read.

[ Which may not be an awful lot, but he remembers them all. ]

Though I have never really made use of a microwave. It's hardly the kitchen appliance you want to use for a proper dinner.

[It took Tony a moment of staring to process why exactly that made sense, that Jon was not secretly a very good cook so much as he was very smart, to which Tony ultimately nodded with some finality. He did know that, that made sense, so maybe it would be easier for Jon to tell him what the kitchen should look like than it was to describe the office. Despite this, Tony opened his hands, ready to argue about about appliances.]

What's wrong with a microwave? Listen, that's your problem, you just haven't used one. Its so much faster. I've watched Jarvis make a lasagne, it takes him, like, four hours, I can microwave a lasagne in five minutes.

[ Jon can't help but grimace at that. ]

Are you comparing a ready meal to a freshly cooked one? I mean, I understand the practicality, but clearly the fresh lasagna tasted better. Probably was healthier, too. Though I don't see why it took him four hours.

[This was clearly a lot of ideas that Tony was unprepared to encounter.]

Of course not. [This energy he could match, only to take a hard turn:] What's the difference? It's made of the same stuff. [This was just a distraction, though, and Tony had to wave it off.]

No, noodles and sauce and cheese in a bowl, nuke it, it's done. It's an oven, it makes heat, it's just faster.

[ Jon's expression turns into a wide eyed look of disbelief. ]

Tony. You of all people should know that's not how it works.

[ It's Jon's turn to gesticulate with his hands for a change. ]

A microwave isn't an oven. Microwaves use super-fast electromagnetic waves to vibrate the water in your food while ovens work through generating heat directly. The oven's heating coils heat up and warm the oven air. We both know you know that. Just as we both know that the appeal of microwaved lasagna is debatable at best.

Jon.

[Tony was not going to let Jon's dramatic expression discourage his confidence in this matter. What Jon was right about, was that Tony did know how a microwave worked, so he circled his hands impatiently for Jon to complete his lesson, which did not tell him one bit why he shouldn't think a microwave was a much better appliance.]

Okay--a microwave heats your food directly, an oven is just generally producing heat, that's a waste, point for microwave, thank you for that.

[ Jon narrows his eyes in response. ]

Right. And you also prepare a steak in a microwave. And your coffee. Along with your breakfast eggs and bacon.

[This tactic still proved ineffective as Tony considered each of these presented situations very seriously, scratching his beard and squinting up into the sky. There might have been a fracture in his commitment to the microwave, very briefly, a tick of concern for his beloved coffee. Even this produced the same result.]

Yes.

[ Jon's frown remains fixed in place while he gives Tony a long, unconvinced look. ]

No.

You can't just say 'no'!

Yes!

[These were very different arguments, you see.]

Coffee's just hot water, you pour it over the beans. Microwave makes water hot in fifteen seconds. Normal oven would take forty five minutes to make hot water.

Jesus Christ, Tony!

[ Jon grimaces at the idea of heating up water in a microwave or an oven. ]

Just use a kettle!

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