Annie smiled as she saw the food. She had no idea that Tony cooked. It didn't look bad, either. She would probably cut away the most charred bits of meat, but the idea of steak right now really appealed to her. And she wouldn't have known the difference between instant potatoes and the real thing anyway.
"No, it looks great." She said, honestly. She stepped into the penthouse, not taking her eyes off of the meal placed out on the table until she was a few steps in. Annie just really couldn't get over the fact that Tony cooked. And he'd cooked for her. That portion of her that had gotten too interested in romance movies for a little while was trying to tell her that this meant something. For the most part, she thought that part of her was a complete idiot, but it did raise a little spark of hope.
Annie turned and held out the box containing the gift she'd both bought and made for him. She couldn't wait to tell him about the latter part.