It was absolutely fine that no one was lining up to say thank you or get a handshake. Frankly, Tony was pretty bad at taking praise in that sort of measure and he wouldn't know what to do with it if it was given to him. It was best like this -- him doing his thing, and just being able to see how it was helping rather than having to hear about it.
Tales of his ego were rather exaggerated, even if he'd forever say otherwise.
"It's true," he agreed. "Lego mascara is winning this round. I don't know how anyone gets it right. Pepper would know. She's great with makeup." Both on herself and with Tony, although mascara wasn't really a thing he dealt with. Mostly just concealer because deep cuts and bruises at press conferences and charity events never looked great.
He poured a second coffee for Gwen -- who took it black when she wasn't getting it specially made, he knew, because he'd seen her do both well enough. Maybe he ought to be on the search for some of that sweet creamer though, to keep in the house. It'd probably make her happy. Tony liked finding little things to make Gwen happy. But for now, it was hot and fresh and good enough. He set it on the table aside from the tumbling pieces of Lego.
"Okay," he said, scooting his chair a little closer to hers. "A billion pieces and you've got a --side. That's fine, we can work on that. Prop the box up we can go by that. Hell, I built the original building so--" He trailed off as he picked up a few pieces, inspecting them thoughtfully and setting them to a separate side. He could build anything and this was a far cry from a suit of armor in a cave with a box of scraps.
And Gwen showed some pretty damn good promise too, the little AI that they'd built a few months ago was a good, solid example.
"You good?" He asked, after a few moments of sorting and silence. "After -- you know. Vegas."