Tony saw a loophole, but he wasn't going to push it. He was wolfing down the last bites, and was unaware there was chocolate in his goatee.
"Delicious. Wanna catch a movie or something? Or maybe ice skating, that'd be fun, right?" He grabbed the check, doubling the total for the tip. If you were good to waiters, they didn't spit in your food. In theory.
"Hey, I had another dream about us, by the way. Kind of longer than the last time, but the same deal with the reactor." Tony wasn't sure what all this mass dreaming meant, but he was a fan of Pepper and insane technology being in them.