"Catapulting this joint into the Industrial Age." Though he hadn't consciously willed it, his armor was now coating his hands once more, his fingers twitching anxiously as they caught strips of veneer. "The only part we can't manufacture out of wood is the engine. And the tires." Tony waved off any concerns with making either before Peter could even think it.

"California's a leader in mining. Gold, gypsum, iron, aluminum, oil--you know it's the sole producer of boron, to boot. You know what that means? Fuel, pyrex, neutron detecting." Tony was beginning to ramble, and quickly, out of pure excitement. He almost added nuclear reactor regulating, but he was getting far ahead of himself. That lab was close enough to taste.