Good, Tony. You're learning. (And with his co-teachers bullying him into taking a break, he has to find something to do.)

"Yes, you should," Gene says, and smirks at him. "I know it's a habit of yours, but if you could keep your organized chaos to the shop, I'd appreciate it." It's not so much a scolding as a reiteration of a point he's long since resigned himself to being ignored.

"Of course I made dinner," he says, looking at Tony blankly. "I figured that was the thing to do, since going out seems a little cliche at this point."