"Howard 'it's not just blowing shit up if you write it down' Stark. That's him." Kettle, tea pot, tea to steep- his mental clock of how long settles in well enough to keep him from, well. Making shit weird.

Even if its probably already pretty fucking weird.

"I'm Tony. Anthony. His one and only kid. I'm kind of a late life choice- he gets on and realizes suddenly that he kind of needs an heir for the company." Or maybe he loved Maria. Who knows? Tony never got a chance to ask, never got a chance to learn.

It hangs in the air for a moment before he pours Jarvis his cup, stirred three times counterclockwise to dissolve the sugar. Or was it four? Decades old memories get fuzzy in the middle of a blizzard, apparently. "Here."