That was definitely the logical reason for black coffee. Tony's reason had more to do with teenaged laziness, not wanting to waste the time doctoring something to taste right when he could just pour it and keep on working. He was just used to it now - not that he wouldn't do something fancy if he was out and about and the mood struck him.
"Of course it's for you," Tony said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, like he couldn't even remotely figure out why she'd need to ask something like that. "You're going to be building it, it only stands to reason you'd get to keep it." Sure, he'd be helping, maybe a lot. But that wasn't the point. "Yeah. About 16? That's when I finished him. Dum-E. I've still got him. Well. Not here."
That she picked something to help her fold clothes was sort of funny to him, although he didn't really know why. It'd be a learning curve for Tony, certainly. Because he was bad at small talk, at getting to know people the normal way, instead he just waited until information revealed itself, and drew a mental picture from that. He'd get there. Or maybe just learn how to ask things like a normal human.
"Okay. A clothes folding helper." He grabbed a pad of graphing paper from a pile of other stuff on the desk and wrote it down in clean, all capitalized handwriting. HELPER BOT. Doing it on paper was strange, but these weren't his notes to keep. "You need something dexterous for that, and possibly mobile. Is a spider too cliche?"