"Tennis balls I've got," Tony says, motioning over his shoulder. Heck, he's got everything in that lab of his. But the fruit is on the desk now, ready to be used.
"Empty it out. I can do that." Tony empties the business card case into his desk drawer--he can clean that up later--and then picks a card. He looks at it, then puts it into the case without showing it to John.
"Am I doing this right?" Tony asks, grinning softly. He likes magic, but doesn't have a chance to play with it often.