Well. Technically Tony was zoning out while he waited for the coffee maker to get on with its very particular set of skills which it had acquired over a very long time. The toaster was more of an... accidentally in the middle distance sort of situation.
It was a thing, sometimes. Tony standing there in the kitchen, waiting on coffee, probably inventing something while he looked something like a zombie. He blinked, focusing up on the toaster before looking away from it at the man talking to him. New? Probably. Tony usually liked keeping track but the last week had been a bit messy. "I could make it talk," he said after a beat. "It'd say only nice things."