Tony was not accustomed to people randomly joining him, but, then again, Happy was usually standing way too close and taking his job as security head way too seriously for people outside Tony's usual circle to get near him anyway. Tony's hand instinctively went to the arc reactor buried underneath his jacket, but he relaxed when he noticed the young man looked familiar and, well, seemed more interested in his drink than attacking anyone. "Yeah, and I contributed to their sales," Tony, obviously disgusted by the material, replied. He pushed the books to the side, like banishing them from his sight banished them from his mind. "Wait, do the publishing companies even make money from sales here?" He shook his head. Surely, despite what the entity wanted them to think, capitalism was alive and well in Goodland. Why else did they need money and jobs? "Tony," he added. "You are...I think we talked before?"
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