"It is." Tony pouts dramatically. "I have a super-metabolism now. I could starve to death." Not really, but that won't stop Tony from whining about it.

He pokes at the noodles curiously, then twirls some onto his fork and starts tucking in. "So why are they black?" Dark-colored noodles, like pink broccoli, are something of a novelty. "Seaweed powder? Squid ink?"