Tony glanced over his shoulder at the bottle in question and raised an eyebrow over it. "Almost fancy," he deemed it and plucked the bottle off the the shelf -- pushing his old drink out of the way and picking up two new glasses. It was decent stuff, to be true. Tony's billionaire and spoiled tastebuds might not have thought it was the most top notch stuff -- but frankly he'd also eaten Lucky Charms for breakfast so he was pretty sure his priorities were skewed these days anyway. "Fucky," he repeated with a sniff of a laugh before nodding in general agreement. It was fucky. They deserved something nice for their troubles.
"Right. We just have to ride it out and see what happens. And hope beyond hope that the people we were making faces at and with yesterday will be normal again at some point. I'm not sure I'm willing to raise my -- well. You know."
He sipped at his bourbon and hummed out a thoughtful noise. "If you want to eat steak, just say so," he teased. "I won't say no." It wasn't usually what he went for, because Tony tended to eat healthier than people thought. But when he cheated, it usually was for beef of some sort, so it wasn't like he couldn't be tempted.