It was a good thing Tony already had all limbs securely up on his chair because he might have done something embarrassing then. Not a girlish, irrational reaction, mind. He was at a very real risk of getting spiders in his works, and that was easily the most horrifying version of reality he had been confronted with all day. Instead, Tony pointed an aggressive finger at Thor for putting his sanity at risk with that little move, then snatched the edge of the box to jerk it closer.
"And that's a pot." Okay, Thor had a weird thing, Tony would figure it out, they all had weird things. He pulled the box off of the table to shove underneath it with a rattle of happy little trinkets that anyone else would be satisfied with. "Any way you want me to prioritize? Need that egg-beater immediately?"