It was definitely way hotter down here than when they had started, and Tony had just realized that was probable cause to worry about the egg when Bruce seemed to read his mind. Why couldn't he do that when Tony was being charmingly hilarious? Squinting up at Friday, though, Tony found she wasn't revealing any spells, which either meant the abrupt service interruption broke something vital, or all of that atmospheric betwitching was built into the floor. Up was probably alright. "Do you think she's going to find anything?" he asked, because he needed another minute to solve this broom problem. He hadn't exactly anticipated a lot of flight space in the dungeon. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers, duh, then climbed to his feet, shaking out his blanket as he crossed the room to the egg to roll it onto the fabric first. With a deep breath to focus, arms raised like a conductor and finger pointed for Bruce to give him a minute and some space (and not argue about the egg), Tony began to weave a flying charm into the blanket, making all of its stray fibers float up on end. It wasn't exactly a traditional spell, but the blanket seemed to take to it about as well as a carpet might. "What do you think? Have a clever name for that one?" Tony asked, a little breathlessly as the blanket hovered a few experimental inches off of the ground.