It was damn good dip. And as far as Tony was concerned, he was sharing it with his kick ass buddy. He felt a little better about talking to Darcy but was still on the watch for any paparazzi around.
"Nah, I spackled it and then maintenance guy yelled at me, and got it fixed up. I didn't mind those pigeons though. Except for them shitting on stuff. That was gross. Used so much Lysol." He took another bite and chewed. "I just wanted to check in. Make sure you're comf, or if you need changes to your room or anything. Wish you a happy new year. Gank some of this dip. That I'm thinking has some addictive crack in it. What the hell."
He stared at the dip like he was suspicious that someone might have slipped crack into it. Then he took another bite.