The tiny woman bearing the vase of tropical blooms toddled into the room and carefully navigated passed the pair to heave the whole arrangement onto the bureau. Tony, watching her with some amusement and some concern, tense like he was ready to spring and save her from herself in case she toppled under the weight of it, just shot Pepper a side-eyed glance and a smirk, asking, "Don't you like flowers?" Everyone liked flowers. Well, women were sure to like flowers. Tony's awkward, early attempts to woo some of the less flower-keen sex with the same repertoire he had settled into at that point were, at least, a learning experience. Point was, Pepper liked flowers and it was hard to get wrong, especially when he just slipped the concierge a couple hundred to get the job done as they came in.
"Congratulations, Ms. Pepper," the little woman said as she bowed herself out and closed the door behind her, suggesting what the tiny card barely visible amongst all the colours might have said. Tony spread his arms, admiring the fine selection, wondering who else he had to pay to make sure that kind of treatment carried through the rest of the trip. Maybe he could send around a memo. See, he didn't need Pepper to do everything. Her influence was enough.