It takes a few hours to make a turkey, or so the recipe that JARVIS pulled up and the instructions on the bird tell him. He's mostly just anguishing over putting the bird breast up or down and if he should butter baste or honey glaze.

Steve slides into the chair across from Bruce and leans in, obviously needing so attention.

"I don't know how to cook," he hisses under his breath. "But I've already committed. This is going to be horrible!"