Steve's eyes slid up from the paper as though Tony had been there all the while, then fell to the cotton candy, arching an eyebrow. “Did you now?” he said far too casually, meaning he'd more than likely seen the earlier pass off. He slid the small pencil behind his ear, rubbing of his smudged fingers before ripping off a small piece. “I never got how they made this stuff,” he said with a small laugh, “I'm sure it's really simple, especially to someone with your brains, but even with all the military training, and the guns, and the bombs, I thought it was amazing that they could spin sugar into this...fluff.”
The pad was pocketed again. “Been waiting for you to show yourself. I thought maybe you were still sick from the cake,” he said with a grin.