[ Yes, please leap on that grenade for him and take the jelly tart. Tony wraps up with... what was the kid's name, Micah? and finds another set of hands thrust at him, a dutiful chain of sticky-fingered youngsters assembling for both men to deal with.
At least they're quiet now? Silver lining? He plucks another tissue from the box and sits on the edge of the desk, flippant: ]
Palms up. You know you're meant to chew with your mouth, not your hands, right?
[ The boy grins gap-toothed at him, bits of strawberry jelly still stuck in his teeth. Peter's odd bracelet draws his eye for a fraction of a sec when Ezran calls attention to it, a curiosity he intends to ask about. Weapon? Weird Fitbit? A delivery system for...dunno, he needs a closer look.
A small hand, sans jelly, tugs at his sleeve. "CanIhavemilkplease?" the equally small girl asks in a shy, hurried rush, clutching her rose jewel to her chest. ]
What? Breathe, kid, yeah, would you gimme a minute– Tony, [ he adds, distracted, vaguely remembering the tiny, seriously old school icebox under the desk, and the likely source of said aforementioned milk. ] Tony Stark. You?
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At least they're quiet now? Silver lining? He plucks another tissue from the box and sits on the edge of the desk, flippant: ]
Palms up. You know you're meant to chew with your mouth, not your hands, right?
[ The boy grins gap-toothed at him, bits of strawberry jelly still stuck in his teeth. Peter's odd bracelet draws his eye for a fraction of a sec when Ezran calls attention to it, a curiosity he intends to ask about. Weapon? Weird Fitbit? A delivery system for...dunno, he needs a closer look.
A small hand, sans jelly, tugs at his sleeve. "CanIhavemilkplease?" the equally small girl asks in a shy, hurried rush, clutching her rose jewel to her chest. ]
What? Breathe, kid, yeah, would you gimme a minute– Tony, [ he adds, distracted, vaguely remembering the tiny, seriously old school icebox under the desk, and the likely source of said aforementioned milk. ] Tony Stark. You?