swirling a glass of amber liquid I'm just saying, if the world's gonna end every Tuesday, the least the universe could do is schedule it after dinner.

glancing up from a tablet It's Thursday, Tony.

Exactly my point. Inconsiderate.

tossing a towel over his shoulder, still catching his breath from the gym You could always just eat faster.

biting into a massive drumstick Aye! A warrior must savor his feast! You never know when it may be your last!

lounging upside down on the couch Dramatic much?

stumbling through the common room door, balancing three greasy paper bags Okay, I got the extra lo mein, the dumplings, and— freezes

setting his glass down slowly, eyebrows rising ...Alright. That’s new.

on her feet in a single fluid motion, hand drifting to the concealed holster at her hip Who are you?