Tony gave another sigh of relief as the lights came up, as though he fully expected that this dimension lived their private lives in darkness because, honestly, so far they were that horrible. The warmth of that light was very inspired, though. And so was that flawless transition of the window, now that Tony could see it. "Well," he said shortly, forcing himself to look away from the smooth wall before he got drawn into it in wonder, "They don't really believe us," and raised a hand with a pout to ask, would you? "But until they can prove it, their archaic legal system is on our side. And they don't really want us to stay, either, right?" Keeping Wanda not on fire might have been just the first hurdle. They had been set up in what Tony had at first assumed to be a pretty utilitarian room, bed, desk, fireplace, but now he wasn't sure what to expect out of the basic functions of the furniture after the window. Maybe the locals had set them up for a long stay. "We play house, don't give them an excuse, and maybe they'll help us out of here. We do what we'd normally do, except..." Tony gave a twirl of his hand, searching for the right word, only to come up with, "married."