Ironfist was a wise man. He knew when his presence was necessary no more. And these two, they were going to go on on their own now. He'd done his part for the day. A content glint shone in his eye as he crossed his hands watching the two. Yet still, when Hyde turned to bid him farewell, he'd find that Ironfist was no longer there and neither was his stand. Strange, at the very least, but goodbyes weren't needed here. That was the beauty of this place-everyone was friends with anyone. And now, now the old man had something to look forward to-getting together with this fella' again on the day of their epic cook-off. Whatever sushi was, he would gladly taste it and answer the challenge with his own masterful creations. Such was the way of the fiery fist.