At least over a meal would be a more ideal venue for a lecture than in the middle of the street. She couldn't retort too much with her mouth full. Still, Tony cut his voice projection long enough to contain his sigh in his helmet, eyes closing for a second of respite before committing to this, listings of all of his preferred restaurants' hours already displaying around him by the time he opened them again. Closed, closed, closed, closed for the holiday. Wasn't there money to be made, even on Thanksgiving? Tony was working. And right here were two mouths to feed.
He definitely wasn't going to try cooking, or call Pepper. He wasn't going to ruin this streak of avoiding her for something as simple as a meal. Most people could figure out how to feed themselves on their own. In this case, all it took was a desperate glance around, and a crowd of laughing people looking quite sated as they made their way out of a nearby Swiss Chalet. At least they knew how to run a business.
Iron Man waved, again instructing her to follow, and led Cassie across the street.