Tony shifted uneasily. Gladio was too quiet and it was making him worry. What was the man thinking that he wasn't saying? Was it really this hard to talk to him after what he'd done? God, he'd known he'd been an ass but, he really hadn't realized how badly he'd hurt his friend.

He would actually have liked the idea of wood, but he hadn't thought of the synthesized wood. He was good at making machines and weapons, but a bar? He'd never done anything like this. Everything he made was fancy and over the top. That wasn't quite what he wanted here, but he didn't really know what he wanted. It was the first time he'd let him think so.. small.

He nodded with a frown at Gladio's answer. At least he hadn't been shot down, he was going to count that as a win. He even appreciated that the response had been rather warm. "Thanks." He wasn't hungry. Despite the effort he put into this meal, it wasn't that good. "Hey, you.. don't have to eat this. It tastes kind of like canned fruit and spam." The idea of spam made him want to hurl.