TONY + KLARA
Her nose wrinkled as words slipped from her mouth before she could stop herself. "Language," she blurted out as her cheeks colored. Klara just couldn't seem to stop the knee jerk reaction to telling people to watch their mouth. "But...yes. Birds. Happy." Klara's voice was soft and she had taken to staring down at Tony's shoes instead of his face.
She knelt down to pick her fallen container. Littering was never a good thing. The fries could stay, but the container needed to go into the proper waste disposal basket. There was a clear moment where she remained crouch, something anyone would have picked up on, before she finally let out a sigh. Klara stood up again but went back to staring at Tony's shoes.
"Klara," she finally offered as she shrank in on herself slightly. It wasn't all because he was Tony Stark. No, quite a bit of it had to do with the fact he was an adult and someone she didn't really know. She crinkled the edges of her container in her fingers as she debated making a run for it. Except running would probably be rude now that they had exchanged names... "I didn't mean to waste the food."