His gaze follows her lips before he forces himself to tear away -- reminding himself of his rapidly cooling chocolate. In his own creation, there's much more chocolate -- brownie ice cream and fudge both, sprinkles, marshmallows, and about the same amount of cookie dough covered in too much whipped cream and cherries. He laughs heartily at that, finding it hard to picture her as anything but her slim, lean self. Not that he's picturing her... any way.

Tony drops down across from her, figuring it's a cool enough night that he won't have to worry about the ice cream melting all over his kitchen before they finish. "You'll have to take the Hulkbuster," he threatens, but he can't even hold it together for a second before losing it with an evil cackle as he crosses his ankles and starts in on his own ice cream mountain.