Tony +Open
Books were hard for Tony. Yes, there was the obvious arguments to be had, that physical books took up physical space and so shelf space limited the number that could be had in one place, that there were better annotation and place-saving to be had on an eBook, to say nothing of the ability to switch to audio narration on the fly.
But that wasn't the point, actually. The point was, the books he'd read as a child were manuals of electrical engineering and engine repair, dense text and complex diagrams meticulously labeled, and while he had every assumption that Bruce's kid would be just as good at putting a car together as Kaylee would be, they weren't the things you gave as gifts with the expectation that they'd be read by someone who wasn't Bruce or Tony.
He tried to remember books his mother had read to him, because there had to have been some, probably. Maybe. He came up with nothing. Well, nothing that was an actual book. He told JARVIS to remind him to get Sam a piano when he was more or less old enough to sit upright - maybe throw in a drum set, too, just to be the obnoxious uncle. Then JARVIS scrolled a list of children's books across the screens as he wandered until he found Kaylee, and then had her approve his choices - with additional copies for her, when she shrieked with delight over one of them.
The hard part done, he took the opportunity of the baby shower to show Kaylee some of the finer points of the Manor, and when she fussed, sooth her by telling her some of the stories. "And this staircase is where we shoved a piano down into the street and tried to ride it all the way into City Hall," he said, swooping her as he descended the staircase in grand style. "Which I do not recommend you do, that thing was heavy and using hovercraft would be a much better idea," he added,