Annie took a moment to picture a little secret room with a worshiped old computer, picturing it fully in her head, the two arms doing strange arm dances around in circles, bringing it the things that they had stolen as homage.
It was mildly creepy, but still funny enough to smile at.
"Gifts for the almighty ancient one." She said, giggling into her last bite of potatoflakes.
She didn't bother to include Tony in her thoughts, he would either figure it out, or he'd have to suffer. There was no way that she was going to fully describe the scene that had just played out in her own imagination. He'd started it, anyway, he should be able to finish it.
Annie picked up her salad.
"I'm doing this backward, aren't I?" Salads were before the main course things. Usually. Oh well. She'd wanted the steak most, so she'd gone for it first. And now she was glad about that, since she didn't think she could finish the salad. It got put back onto the table, and the wine glass lifted instead.
"Thank you for dinner. It was a nice surprise. I didn't even know you had a kitchen up here." The last bit was a tease. But really, she hadn't thought Tony would ever bother with making his own meals.