"I actually think I have one of those," Tony said absently as he wandered over to the food and surveyed his choices - because of Alfred, there was indeed plenty for all of them. He was fairly sure he'd make a mess with the steak sandwiches, but that was what they were there for and Alfred was expecting this, right? "It's down in the lab. Somewhere. The things you inherit," he added with a flippant wave.
He wondered what a buzzed Superman would look like - he was lucky that JARVIS wouldn't usually let him work with the armor when he'd had any alcohol, which did cut down on the amount of walls he flew into and bounced off. And it also cut down on the amount of alcohol he drank these days, come to that, just by necessity. He didn't need it anymore, he supposed, to make him happy. He had armor for that. "Well, alcohol doesn't affect me too much either," he pointed out.
"Pepper made it," he confirmed as he grabbed a cookie and bit off half of it, chewing quickly because the brownies also looked amazing. Through a full mouth, he tried to clarify the situation, "She thought I needed something on my actual birthday. And I did. I'd have missed having cake. It was a nice day," he reflected, more to himself than to either Kal or Bruce. Neither of them needed to know about just how nice it'd felt to sit and tease and play. And there had been cake.
It wasn't the time or place for it, not with looking up Bruce's son Damian on the various screens, slowly taking in all the angles he'd been photographed in. He hit enter as instructed, and if he didn't know better, he would have been really attracted to the woman that replaced the boy. But then, she was apparently a psychopathic assassin who'd screwed with his friend.
"Well, at least that's something," Tony said quietly. "He's not arrogantly pushing you away; he listens, at a little. You've got that much influence over him already. He's not so far gone he can't be saved," he insisted, in no small part because he felt he had to insist on that much for the sake of his friend. He so rarely saw Bruce this dark and bleak, even being who he was, he needed a good dose of Bingley-optimism.