Rhodey reached out and poked at the crown with a raised brow, sometimes the arrogance on this guy he was fortunate to call a best friend. Still he played along and pretended to misunderstand Tony and held his drink aloft. "Some kind of fruit cocktail suggested by the barman, I think the universe is trying to tell me i'm batting for the wrong team." He smirked. "Pretty tame for a Stark party." He comments, thinking of a few years ago in which he remembers Tony and he putting on the suits and blowing up alcohol infused watermelons in the garden.