Tony's distillery was finally working much more efficiently, and today he'd brought a large container of vodka, it wasn't in any fancy bottles because it had been difficult to find any that would work, so instead he'd mixed it with some fruits and created a punch of sort, and settled the bowl near the bonfire center, that way people could congregate around and get themselves a drink. He'd went ahead and hollowed out a few coconuts in order to make some cups that seemed appropriate for the tropical setting.
The bowl was in the sand next to him, while he currently sat and tinkered with one of the gauntlets of his Iron Man armor, working a screwdriver deep in the workings as he tightened a few things up inside of it. Working his fingers back and forth while he did so.
Mary:
Mary, now nearly full term, stood next to Tony and stared wistfully down at the bowl of alcohol. "This is cruelty, Mr. Stark." Finally, some alcohol that she would actually drink and she could not have any of it. With a sigh, she sat down carefully next to him. It was somewhat of a feat considering her size, and she was starting to feel self-conscious about the way she moved, hoping that she didn't look like an elephant on parade. "I suppose I can take comfort in knowing that in about three weeks I should be able to partake again."
Tony:
Tony looked up at her, then at the bowl, and smiled a bit before reaching up to offer his hand, and his shoulder, in order to help her sit down as she did so. Watching her, he raised a brow, then shrugged, "Well, I'll make sure to have a perfect batch ready for you the day after that kid's popped out."
He winked, and looked over to her, "As beautiful as the first day I saw you. A bit more of a glow this time, though, but I suspect he or she has is the reason for you." He noted as he gestured towards her belly.
Taking a sip of his vodka, he then turned up his brow, "How are you feeling?"
Mary:
She graciously accepted his hand, mostly because she did not wish to fall flat on her face and look like an idiot, or potentially hurt the baby.
"You're a charmer." Just like his father, but she kept that bit to herself. Apparently that relationship was contentious. "He," Mary confirmed, patting her stomach. Tiberius kicked her, as usual, this time in the bladder and she winced. "Generally alright, though the baby moves quite a bit and he just kicked me in the bladder."