Tony had to take the time to consider that question, twisting the glass in his fingers and admiring the colours with a thoughtful pout. What he ended up with was, "You want one of these?" and a grin that said yes, he probably would. Weddings to funerals and everything in between, what didn't deserve a well-intentioned toast? You just had to know well enough to keep it under control when you needed your focus, and Tony was always in control.
On the topic of focus, Tony needed to keep this production on schedule. "Ms.Gibson--" "Gif--" "--it was a pleasure," Tony enthused, offering his hand to gently take hers. "But we've gotta take this down and do it four more times and I haven't figured out how to control the sun yet."
With that, the journalist and her cameraman were sent toddling off back to their van, slipping in the mud and those patches under the man's arms spread all the way up his back. Tony, hoping he hadn't said something Pepper was going to regret, was lighting another cigarette and just waiting patiently while the crew got back to work, taking apart the hulking masterpiece that had just put together. "I hope you didn't leave anything behind because our ride should be here--" he started to say, nudging up his sleeve to check his watch, only to turn and glance over his shoulder at the approaching jeep.