If Tony looked anything at the moment, it was super eager for pudding.
"Hey, Boy Scout. They gonna give you a merit badge for this?" His tone was teasing, but at the same time there was a note of genuine delight at a visitor. Tony didn't sit still while perfectly healthy; having to be stuck in one place was a special level of torture.
He wasn't a fan.
So having a visitor, particularly a new-old friend that he was meeting for the first time was a treat, really. As was pudding.