While Tony appreciated the quick action on the caffeine issue, he didn't appreciate how slowly anything of any actual importance got around the secretary pool. If he had paper-free sex in the paper-free break room with that petite blonde with the unique, but entirely paper-free, interpretation of the dresscode, they'd probably be absolutely enthralled with the concept for a week. Tony's hand still hovered, clutching a pen over the papers he was already forced to deal with when he shouldn't have, the folder open with some of its contents spread half way across the desk for Tony to admire all that space they took up. He rested his head in his other hand, finger to his temple where he might massage away the annoyance for about as long as he could stand not snatching up the coffee, which was 1.4 seconds.
Without acknowledging Cassie's inquiry, "What is that?" he asked, not of the folder which was offensive enough but the thing she actually put in her mouth. It looked like cotton candy in a cup. Had she been introduced to a dentist here yet? That was a grave oversight, Tony was sure. They could probably get her an appointment by the end of the day. An optometrist, too, if Pepper could spare her.