Talking business with Yorda was probably going to wind up pretty futile. But baking? Much less so.

She had come prepared. Perhaps a bit overenthusiastic but she had never had friends to invite her over to bake so she had decided on being safe rather than sorry.

She lugged the rather hefty bag of ingredients into the kitchen, beaming with pride. Probably best not to ask where she got all this.

"Hello, Tony Stark," she greeted, setting the bag down. "Thank you for asking me to come over."