Tony's eyes on the other hand lit up like Christmas had come early, and in pudding form. Truthfully, the pudding was all he was able to keep down that wasn't coming in via IV. Between the pain killers and the whole 'some asshole put a bullet in your chest so we had to cut it open and stick a reactor in there' thing, his body was kind of over food.
"You are a prince among men, non-Boy-Scout-Boy-Scout," Tony said, motioning to a chair. "And it's not so bad. Pepper's downstairs somewhere, Happy's making sure my housekeeper doesn't steal all my shit and leave, company runs itself." He shrugged, but that hurt, so he stopped.