Dinner was once again a generous spread of roast meat and beet soup prepared by Natasha and Steve. Steve had previously hunted a deer in the woods, Matt had caught fish, and Natasha had found some unspoiled potatoes in the warehouse. Together with freshly picked berries and mushrooms, as well as butter left behind by the cabin's original owner, they had made several steaming basins of food.
Their physical condition would not reset when entering or leaving the game, so they had all resolved to act carefully and avoid getting hurt unnecessarily. So far, the results had been fairly good. Aside from a few minor scrapes Steve had received while saving someone earlier, everyone else was in good shape.
But rich, high-calorie food lifted people's spirits, so the moment the dishes were brought out, everyone eagerly dug in.
"Peter should at least come back to finish this meal," Stark said, taking a bite of pancake. "Even if he wants to go out and learn something, there's no need to rush. Does he really expect that Dark Figures can provide him with a warm place to stay and delicious food? He'll definitely turn the camp into a prison."
"Stop complaining." Natasha set the last basin of food on the table, then sat down in her seat and sighed. "You're just unhappy that your kid ran off with another rich guy."
"Don't make Peter sound like some money-grubbing kid. He's not like that." Stark raised his voice. "He's a very loyal and affectionate child. I'm just worried Batman will mistreat him."
"Besides, what's the point of learning all those so-called criminal investigation techniques?" Stark mumbled through a mouthful of food. "I don't know any of that stuff, and I'm doing just fine, aren't I?"
Then he continued rambling, "It's not that I