Tony'd missed Natasha's smile - she was just. She was kind of a fucking nerd about it, honestly. Like she'd never let anyone know she had a great, easy sense of humor but it was pretty obvious once you got to know her. Not that many people got that privilege. Tony was pretty lucky, in that regard.
"Yeah," he agreed. "It's very Clint. He's easy to find though. No rush there." Tony wouldn't push her off in the direction of someone else, someone he knew she'd made a big sacrifice for, except someone different all-together. It'd be like if someone told him some other Pepper was here, or some other Steve. It just wouldn't -- it'd be really overwhelming. He'd want to see those people on his own time.
"Do you even need to ask?" He asked, giving her a dry look and then turning on his heel to head to his place. "It's -- ah. I dunno if everyone's at home or not at all," he admitted. "It's kind of a full house with the kids and all but we've got an extra room if you need. Don't worry about that, though. Drinks are in order either way."