Steve wasn't sure he knew what a geotextile padding was, let alone how it could possibly be made in at all the same way as this fluff on a stick, but at the very least he could share a pained grumble of his stomach. It was really best not to remember.
He snorted, waving him away. “Yeah, right, they might have been girls when I was young, they're little old ladies now. Guess how many illegitimate children I'm supposed to have had?” he asked. The birthday wishes weren't missed. He smiled softly, when Tony final met his gaze, giving a nod. “And thank you. Though really, if you guys love me then next year you'll just give me a cupcake during Jeopardy and forget all this fuss. I know it's not all for me, but...heh,” he shrugged, growing flustered. It was for everyone.