She always had the easiest answer for everything. Tony smiled and nodded at Pepper's obvious suggestion, turning to lead the way down the beach. He kept his head down, though, focusing on the chill of the sand that was such a stark difference from its intolerable heat when they had arrived, and only looked back at Pepper with a smirk at her question. "Let's find out," he invited, handing her the glasses as he went and starting to work the cork from the bottle. Realizing this wasn't going to be easy, Tony had to stop, accepting it didn't want to be eased out and let it pop instead with a bubbly jet that soaked the sand. He gave a surprised giggle and stopped it with his thumb, flicking his wet fingers at Pepper so he wasn't the only victim here. She was probably right, it was probably terrible. It could only be a favour that Tony spilled as much as he could manage.