Throughout the meal, Stark kept talking about his wedding plans while everyone else chimed in with suggestions. Schiller kept his head down and ate. Hela was right—this restaurant really wasn't very good.
The restaurant specialized in fusion cuisine with Eastern flavors, and many dishes were Japanese fusion. Put simply, every ingredient came in Japanese portions: one bite of food on a plate the size of a face. Schiller felt that lifting his arm burned far more calories than he got from the food.
"I think you should buy an island," Steve said. "A lot of wealthy people do that."
"And then if anyone's plane crashes on the way to the wedding, it'll become gossip in this circle forever." Stark rolled his eyes. "Besides, that's incredibly cliché."
"I don't think so." Steve paid no attention to Stark's sarcastic tone. "Classics are classics because most people find them effective. Being unconventional carries greater risks."
"Well, Pepper and I did consider it. We stared at a world map for ages and found that a lot of islands weren't satisfactory. Eventually, I found one that was perfect in every way, but the name written on the map was 'New Zealand.'"
Everyone burst out laughing. Wanda covered her mouth with the hand holding her fork. "I'm guessing you could afford to buy it, right?"
"Of course." Stark spread his hands. "But getting the United Nations to recognize my naming rights would be troublesome. And if I can't name it, what's the point of buying an island?"
"There it is again." In a backstage interview, Polaris looked thoroughly annoyed. "That's another reason I hate Wanda. She only knows how to flatter that damned narcissist. I'm so sick of that fawning expression on her face."
"Lorna never knows how to read the room." Wanda had calmed down