Tony knew exactly how weird it was and had to smile, brief and tense but a smile all the same with a deep breath that wouldn't clear his head nearly as well as it would with the RT charging him with energy. Like an extra shot of oxygen. Coffee would have to do. "Wha--aah, well," he had to stall when she turned it back on him, not immediately sure what she meant until he could bring himself to meet her eye, and then it was only brief before he gave himself the excuse of a messy burrito to focus on, fingers never still as they fitfully and precisely folded its wrapper in small slivers. "Christmas is going to be hard," he said, flicking another brief glance Pepper's way before he finished, "That thing is hard to accessorize, you've got, like, a build in statement necklace, how do you dress that?"
They were wildly off track. Tony didn't bother trying to argue over how poor his jokes were and bit deeply into his breakfast so his mouth was full for a generous reprieve. By the time he could swallow, he was ready with, "Did you finish the job?"