"Yet another member of team waffle. Rhodey will be pleased. Help yourself, he's got a station set up over by the fire. If you tell him your vote he'll probably make you a fresh one." And there's nothing quite like a fresh waffle in the middle of a cold ass night. Tony pats the man's arm lightly with the back of his hand, an offhand, glancing sort of comfort as he sips his tea. Not wine. He's trying to get rid of the wine for-

Reasons.

"I haven't seen you around the village before, are you new?"