Tony arched a brow, reaching out and taking the little box.... with a spork in the bow. And not just a spork, but a properly designed and well made spork. Tony let out a short laugh, tugging it free and turning it over in the light, then wiped it down with his shirt (because that would make it clean enough) and went after potatoes and a bit of salad with it, making an entire mouthful past his lips with ease.
"Yes," Tony closed his eyes. People, usually those trying to impress him or endear themselves to him, always bought him expensive or complicated gifts. Tony didn't care about complexity. He wanted cleverness, ideas that hadn't occurred to him. There was nothing he couldn't do, not on earth anyway, so he appreciated what he didn't have to do. A well made spork was as good a gift to him as a well built hover car.
He turned and grinned as Annie, holding out his arm in gesture for her to sit at his side as he put the spork down and pulled at the bow, moving the lid aside and then blinked. A watch. A very odd looking watch... not exactly what he'd pick out for himself but not what he'd refuse to wear either, to the right event.
"Well, not as clever as the spork, but look at that," he perked a brow, turning it over his hand. It was definitely quality, though it felt heavy for such a slender piece.