Rhodey takes a cautious sip, and at first it seems like there's no actual effect. There isn't, if either of them was expecting a burst of memory like a bolt of lightning. And it might be that that's at least what Rhodey was expecting. Instead, it sneaks up on him.

"Mama can't cook worth a damn, it was always Dad who fixed up Sunday brunch," he says, and then pauses with his mug halfway to his lip. After that, it is like the flood he expected. He has to set the mug down and lean against the counter for a moment. "Tones," he says after a second. "Copied my homework the first two weeks of college."

That's just the kind of bullshit Tony has come to expect after the terrifying number of years they've known each other, right?