Something Stupid

Steady

Narrator's POV

"Alright." Tony said clapping his hand together.

Stephen watched from across the counter.

"First, we need to put on our chef hats." Tony said.

Stephen chuckled. "Chef hats?" He asked.

"Yup." Tony popped, opening a bag and pulling out two white hats.

"Oh." Stephen said.

"I got one for you and one for me." He handed one to Stephen.

"Thank you." Stephen said, putting it aside.

"No, Stephen you need to put it on." Tony said, putting his on.

"Why?" Stephen asked.

"Because we're about to get our chef on." Tony said.

"Well, alright." Stephen said, picking the hat up and placing it on his head, awkwardly adjusting it.

"Ah, Chef Strange." Tony said. "Delightful of you to join me this evening."

Stephen laughed. "I'm sorry Tony. I just-"

"Chef." Tony cut Stephen off.

"Hm?" Stephen asked.

"Chef Stark." Tony said.

"Alright." Stephen said. "Chef Stark, I feel stupid."

"It's not stupid." Tony said. "We're chefs."

Stephen laughed, shaking his head. He removed his cardigan.

"We have to wash our hands first before we do anything." Tony said, turning to the sink. He turned on the faucet.

Stephen joined him, washing his hands.

"Oh no, iceberg." Tony said, splashing a little water on Stephen.

Stephen laughed. "Hey." He splashed Tony back.

Tony laughed. "Hey!" He said, looking around and picking up the sink hose. "Put 'em up or I'll soak ya." Tony said, pointing the hose at Stephen.

Stephen put his hands up. "Okay, calm down Chef Stark." Stephen said. "You don't need to do this." He played along. "I'll do whatever I need to do."

Tony stared at Stephen with serious eyes.

Stephen looked back at him, trying to hold back laughter.

Tony was trying his best to hold back a smile, then he burst into laughter.

Stephen laughed along with him.

"You're such a dork." Tony said.

"Says the one who bought chef hats for us." Stephen said.

"Oh, shut up." Tony laughed. "Come on, let's get cookin'." Tony said, turning to the island counter in the kitchen.

"So, what are we making anyway?" Stephen asked.

"We are making Tofu Stir Fry." Tony said.

"Sounds fancy." Stephen said. "But fried food really isn't that healthy for you."

"Don't worry Mr. Healthy. This recipe only has two hundred ninety seven calories." Tony said.

"Wow." Stephen said.

"Yeah. I know how picky you are with your calories and stuff. Doctors and their healthy living." Tony said, opening the package of tofu.

"Hey." Stephen gave him a light slap on the shoulder.