Some of the Foreigners are understandably wary about the kedanese attempts at their native cuisines. Tony has no qualms whatsoever. He quickly discovers that the food vendors are more than happy to give him samples in exchange for his verdict and suggestions, and makes it his mission to score as many samples as his stomach can hold. Free food, fuck yes!
There are some reliable favorites (the pizza and chocolate imitations have gotten pretty dang good), some, ah, interesting interpretations, and a few... well, let's just call them very valiant and well-meaning attempts. Tony tries them all.
One aspect that the chefs seem to struggle with is keeping straight the commonly-accepted categories of flavor profiles. For example, while chocolate souffles and cheese souffles both exist on Tony's Earth, the chocolate and the cheese don't usually go in the same souffle. "It's, uh... not really how we'd do it at home," Tony admits to the hopeful food vendor. "But, you know, it's growing on me."
[Fanfiction]
At first, Tony doesn't know what to make of the... literary offerings. Fanfiction isn't on his radar to begin with, and RPF is definitely not something that was ever within the scope of his imagination before.
Once he grasps the concept, though, he is quite tickled by the whole thing. Of course people are writing stories about him. He is totally awesome and does lots of super cool things in his amazing power armor! Gosh, his ego sure did miss having an adoring public.
Then he discovers those fics.
Like, he's flattered and all, but that's not how, uh, anything works. Oh, boy. Do the kedan really think they...?
Actually, the accurate ones are almost worse. The others he can laugh off, but the ones that seem to have an uncomfortable familiarity with anatomy are, um... You know what? He should probably just. Take these. Away. So no one else can see them. Should these really be out in public like this? Is he blushing? He hopes he's not blushing. (He is blushing.)
[Twenty Questions]
Aside from certain... personal inquiries... Tony is thrilled to answer questions from the enthusiastic attendees, and he has a rapt audience for tales of his exploits as Iron Man.
He also brought the armor with him (both for security reasons and because it's a festival celebrating Foreigners, no duh he's going to bring his armor) and, predictably, it's a huge hit. He lets the kedan get up close and personal with it, and performs demonstrations on request.
He is obviously thriving on the attention. Tony may be an awkward dork most of the time, but he's also been the center of some kind of attention for most of his life. He's surprisingly good at working the crowd.
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Some of the Foreigners are understandably wary about the kedanese attempts at their native cuisines. Tony has no qualms whatsoever. He quickly discovers that the food vendors are more than happy to give him samples in exchange for his verdict and suggestions, and makes it his mission to score as many samples as his stomach can hold. Free food, fuck yes!
There are some reliable favorites (the pizza and chocolate imitations have gotten pretty dang good), some, ah, interesting interpretations, and a few... well, let's just call them very valiant and well-meaning attempts. Tony tries them all.
One aspect that the chefs seem to struggle with is keeping straight the commonly-accepted categories of flavor profiles. For example, while chocolate souffles and cheese souffles both exist on Tony's Earth, the chocolate and the cheese don't usually go in the same souffle. "It's, uh... not really how we'd do it at home," Tony admits to the hopeful food vendor. "But, you know, it's growing on me."
[Fanfiction]
At first, Tony doesn't know what to make of the... literary offerings. Fanfiction isn't on his radar to begin with, and RPF is definitely not something that was ever within the scope of his imagination before.
Once he grasps the concept, though, he is quite tickled by the whole thing. Of course people are writing stories about him. He is totally awesome and does lots of super cool things in his amazing power armor! Gosh, his ego sure did miss having an adoring public.
Then he discovers those fics.
Like, he's flattered and all, but that's not how, uh, anything works. Oh, boy. Do the kedan really think they...?
Actually, the accurate ones are almost worse. The others he can laugh off, but the ones that seem to have an uncomfortable familiarity with anatomy are, um... You know what? He should probably just. Take these. Away. So no one else can see them. Should these really be out in public like this? Is he blushing? He hopes he's not blushing. (He is blushing.)
[Twenty Questions]
Aside from certain... personal inquiries... Tony is thrilled to answer questions from the enthusiastic attendees, and he has a rapt audience for tales of his exploits as Iron Man.
He also brought the armor with him (both for security reasons and because it's a festival celebrating Foreigners, no duh he's going to bring his armor) and, predictably, it's a huge hit. He lets the kedan get up close and personal with it, and performs demonstrations on request.
He is obviously thriving on the attention. Tony may be an awkward dork most of the time, but he's also been the center of some kind of attention for most of his life. He's surprisingly good at working the crowd.