It's a rather lucky thing that Helen had been as good as she was to give Ravi a decent shirt that was perfect for an event like this. Unfortunately, the black scrubs trousers would have to do, but if you didn't squint too hard, it wasn't the most undignified thing in the world. He's also brought a bottle of absinthe with him because apparently Tony Stark wants to make him lose his vision and Ravi is more than happy to share that sort of trip with his nearest and dearest, because nothing says friends like taking an alcohol or drug trip together down a path of which no one wants to remember.

He'd already polished off the In n Out burger the moment he'd seen it, felt sick, and then had been immensely grateful for the herbs. It's like he's being given the message that he needs to be more careful about these gifts, which is why he's so ready to give some away. Placing his coat in one of the spare bedrooms, Ravi heads back inside and feels a little out of time -- more so than usual -- because the music is old, the scenery is even older, but the clothes are so modern and anachronistic that it's throwing him off, slightly.

And he hasn't even had any of the absinthe yet. Speaking of, he searches around and finds himself a glass to pour the slightest bit of liquid possible, stomach already turning. "All right, you can do this," he says to himself, beginning the long process of psyching himself up, "you've done utopium well knowing the potential risks, in the name of science, you can do this too."