Yuriy shot a mean look at Oswald's retreating back, then got to cleaning up the mess he'd made. And he had [i]definitely[/i] made a mess, having used every pot, pan, and skillet he could find to make his eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits, and gravy. Which no one was eating, except for Oswald, which was great. Really, it was--leftovers for the rest of the summer and [i]who cares[/i] if they get food poisoning, anyway?

He listened to the confrontation as he scrubbed at the dirtied cookware, pleased that Oswald and Iron Man had stepped in so he wouldn't have to. Oswald wouldn't be caught dead doing the dishes, and he wasn't about to just [i]leave[/i] them there.

When Kido entered the room he waved at him, then pointed to where the plates and food were. "Help yourself, there's enough for sixty of you."