Please, it's Howard. Mister Stark is my old man.

[Hmm. Those octopus tentacles might be tasty dipped in cheese.

(No, they wouldn't.)

Howard himself seems to be part octopus, because his arms are everywhere as he leans against Bucky. His pupils are wide and dark.]

If you're ever hard up, I'd be happy to lend you a hand, so to speak. Or a fondue fork.

[Boy, that innuendo got weird fast.]

Although I've found that there's a certain appeal to eating it with your fingers.

[After you dip it in the cheese. No finger-scalding here.]