Right yeah, that'd almost practically met before. At Pancho's. Except at the time, Tony had been drunk and acting a little idiotically by talking to only people who wanted to have nothing to do with him. It'd been a thing. Apparently geniuses were stupid sometimes, too. "Face to face is better," Tony agreed, and then pushed his tablet a little closer to her, snapping his fingers over the top of it to wake it up. Frankly, it was all about working in 3D or nothing, because Tony really didn't want to have to understand how screens worked anymore. "Just a thing I've been working --"
He paused when Stephen entered the shop, all lights and fingers movements and great hair but bad style and he couldn't help but heave out a sigh that was so incredibly put upon that it might have been a wonder to others that Tony'd only really known this version of him for a few days and another version of him for -- well. Just about as long. Only a handful of days total.
"You're such a showboat, Strange," he said flatly, even as he poured another cup of coffee from a carafe and then pushed it across the table near the man. "But thanks for coming. Doctor. This is Dr. Stephen Strange. Strange, this is the Doctor. I think we've got a lot to talk about."