It was quiet for a moment before Tony turned in place, tearing himself away from the information splashed all around him.
"Classic comfort food," Tony said, eyeing the brownies on the counter. "Before I wallow and make sweet science with you, are these chock full of reefer madness? Are we at that stage where we're actually into mellow jazz, bongo drums, a huge bag of weed? Because it's legal in places now. The big guy's green. Code Green. The world's never under attack from violent hippies. It'd make sense."
Tony couldn't help but smile at seeing Bruce again. So much so that he ignored Bruce's elbow room and patted a hand on his shoulder, without a trace of fear. As usual.
"It's good seeing you again. Hope you didn't end up busting a wizard's roof or anything."