Had Pepper been here, and Tony was glad she wasn't, she would be scolding on the intake of donuts and coffee again. He was supposed to be keeping on a major health kick after that surgery for the rest of...forever. But dammit if he was going to be trapped in the worst neverending cult tradgedy, he was going to have some fucking donuts.
Stark moved to scoot away from his new workbench to help in the makeshift area he'd made up since being killed by Emma in the Lutece lab. He had a problem with PTSD, didn't want to have any panic attacks while here, so he wouldn't even bother going back.
"Dunkin would make a killing if they'd just deliver like this." He said with a smirk, helping to take some of the things out of her hand. Namely the donuts and coffee. Motioning for her to follow in and take a seat at any one of the comfy chairs he'd pulled around his work table, Tony set down the box and scooted it over to give them plenty of room to work with. "See, I'm not even bothered by the idea of impending ghost death."
The suit was chilling out on the couch nearby. In case of ghost.