Not that Tony was expecting girlish excitement for the offering, but he usually got that kind if inflection from the press after he'd just said something that would guarantee an at least ten point stock drop, which made him hold up his hands defensively and say, "Sort of." Actually, that was exactly it, but that wasn't all. The keys were still in his hand, so he forced them onto Steve before sweeping further into the room with his arms spread for Steve to admire it fully, like he hadn't been in it a hundred times already. Well, he hadn't. It hadn't been his all those other times. And there were probably lights on. "You don't have to do anything if you don't want to. I got it all, all of the staff is still employed and will continue on getting stoned so they can pretend vegan muffins appeal to anyone. But if you ever want to, you know, just be Steve and put on an apron and help out, you could probably teach a lot of people how to make a proper birthday cake..." Tony trailed off, hand that had been trying to demonstrate his point better than his words were doing dropping into his hair apologetically, and he tried to laugh at his own joke. Steve was just going to laugh at him again. Pepper was better at this.
"I know, that's...terrible," Tony apologized, but it was okay. "It was just convenient, I really-- we really have to go upstairs," he explained, inviting Steve along again to a door at the back of the store that stuck, and Tony had to kick open. Between them and another door that Steve had the key to was six flights of stairs that shivered and clattered as they climbed.