"Yeah I can," Tony agrees smugly. That's nothing. You can perform all sorts of amazing and horrifying feats of completely pointless masochism when you're pathologically stubborn, dangerously competitive, and have a very high pain tolerance. Go ahead. Dare him to eat a whole Carolina Reaper. He'll do it.

He picks up one of the spiral garnishes next and bounces it up and down a few times - sproing, sproing - and comments, "They really know how to make vegetables fun, here. Guess you have to make sure nobody wants to hide their peas under the placemat when fresh produce is so hard to get."