The warning gets Justin a half-amused glance. “It sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”
Miserable, ate too much junk food experience. It isn’t an experience Tony has often. Or ever. He remembers one Christmas, just one, years ago when he’d been a young child. He’d snuck down to one of his parents’ fancy parties, loaded up a porcelain plate full of cookies and cakes and little fruit-filled pastries, and absconded back to his room to have a party of his own. It’d been him, Dummy’s programming, the bits that would eventually become his body, and Jarvis. He’d eaten of that crap despite Jarvis’ warning, and the resulting stomachache had laid him up for a day and a half. But it was one of his better memories of Christmas, so he can’t say he regrets it.
“So okay. We don’t eat all the smores. We make like, two or three more or whatever, and then we call it quits until we think our stomachs can handle the gooey goodness again. How’s that for a plan?”
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Miserable, ate too much junk food experience. It isn’t an experience Tony has often. Or ever. He remembers one Christmas, just one, years ago when he’d been a young child. He’d snuck down to one of his parents’ fancy parties, loaded up a porcelain plate full of cookies and cakes and little fruit-filled pastries, and absconded back to his room to have a party of his own. It’d been him, Dummy’s programming, the bits that would eventually become his body, and Jarvis. He’d eaten of that crap despite Jarvis’ warning, and the resulting stomachache had laid him up for a day and a half. But it was one of his better memories of Christmas, so he can’t say he regrets it.
“So okay. We don’t eat all the smores. We make like, two or three more or whatever, and then we call it quits until we think our stomachs can handle the gooey goodness again. How’s that for a plan?”