Bruce/Tony
"Tarts," Tony repeated like it was obvious. Which it very well should have been, thank you. "You know. Like a miniature pie. But better. Because nearly everything that's smaller is better." People loved tiny food things. They were cuter. And bite sized.
"I'm an absolute slut for fall themed foods around this time of year. It can't be helped. I was on the lookout for pumpkin beer. Care to join in on the hunt?" He didn't want for things to be awkward, so he might as well -- uh. Make them not that way. Bruce had a bit of a look to him, like a sad puppy, and that certainly wouldn't do.