"Told you that'd get her out of her room," he said with a smirk, gently ribbing Rhodey. "Hey, you never greet me like that when I come home. Now I feel under appreciated. See, I'll remember that when you want to borrow the Jag for some funtime with my credit card at the mall." Tony was just kidding, of course, because when did he really tell her no? Well, unless it had to do with some boy and then it turned into an immediate lockdown.
"Now, she can tell you the story of how she almost had to help her mother deliver her brother because we were all stuck in the medieval era and I passed out as soon as I saw what was coming." That was a fun time, and he was sure if he was in someone else's shoes for it, he'd have laughed at the whole crumpled body thing. "And if the crappy music keeps up from your room, young lady, I'm disowning you. No spawn of mine would listen to that noise pollution. Maybe I should have Jarvis replace all of your mp3s."
It was good how everything just fell into place, how Rhodey just automatically fell into step with the way things were around here. Like he'd always been here.