Oh god, their phones. "...Can we just turn them off today?" he asks between bites, a near-whining tone on his lips before he licks them free of any traces of his breakfast. He realizes a beat later that asking was like asking Pepper to truly play house with him. No outside distractions, nothing to save themselves from the full brunt of suddenly spending all day together. He finds his breath quickening at the prospect, his heart picking up a little bit of speed. He really, really doesn't want the lectures and the jeers when he could be-- actually enjoying himself, he realizes. He enjoys spending time with Pepper Potts off the field. Is that so outlandish?