"Mn trrng," Tony insisted around the chocolate, starting to overbalance in his efforts and accepting his defeat. Slowly, he dropped his hand from his mouth, shifting it to a better grip on his stocking and taking care not to spill his breakfast all over the floor, mostly unfazed by Happy's struggle. He stared, watching with raised eyebrows, wrinkled nose and lips parted with some advice that never came. Instead, he eventually said, "Happy, be nice to the dog. It's Christmas."
Without any further energy for the scuffle, it went ignored while Tony crossed the room to push the try onto the table, waving his hand then to offer it to the room while he took Happy's seat next to Pepper with the stocking in his lap and a renewed attack on the chocolate. This was much easier with two hands. "Merry Christmas," he said again, more sincere this time despite the chocolate bulging in his cheek, draping his arm behind Pepper across the back of the couch.