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His face falls instantly. He's not even sure what he'd been hoping for, but it definitely wasn't that. Then again, it would go quick like it had last night. And it had been strangely... fun, just washing dishes with her. How ridiculous it even sounds. But Tony gets his game face back on and nods, starting to gather up their bowls and the pan and silverware. He's still drinking his coffee so he leaves that out and rolls up his sleeves. "Your turn to dry, dearest," he reminds her. Let's do this.