To be perfectly honest, heading back to the house and getting a shower sounded like a wonderful idea. Divine. And puttering around the house, with its temperature control and its comfortable chairs, sounded fantastic. Tony didn’t have anything against the outdoors. In small, controlled doses he even liked it. Last night was great; so much so that he legitimately wanted to do it again sometime.

But hiking or fishing? Collecting twigs and rocks and possibly malaria from mutated albino winter mosquitoes didn’t sound like a particularly good time to him. Even if there weren’t any such things as mutated albino winter mosquitoes.

“Yeah, no, I don’t want to…” With his socks on, Tony had turned to start trying to roll up the sleeping bag, but he paused now to make a dismissive gesture. “A shower sounds great. It sounds perfect, actually. Even before you mentioned the two-for-one deal. Let’s do that. All of it except coming back out and doing mountain man, bear wrestling type things. I’m really not—I’m okay with hanging around the house.”

Point made, he hoped, he turned his attention back to the sleeping back, only to pause again to glance up at him. “I had fun. Don’t think I didn’t. I really did enjoy this. But it’s not, we don’t have to do anything more than what we want to do, you know? The Hammer-Stark camping protocol makes me happy enough.”