Summer can’t stop giggling now. The swift monologue is utterly uninterruptible, and she has to wrap her hands around her waist to catch her breath. He winds down, and she reels off the answers to his questions in like manner. “Mutant, shhh. I’m thirty-two, my name is Summer Rainault, and I wouldn’t know, I can’t make socks. I don’t /like/ socks. Bare feet are best. So much more sensation. Anything else?”
Yeah. You ever stop the giggling? Makes you look a lot younger than you are. Look at you and your barefoot state, which would have been downright dirty in the 18th century, but these days is sadly not as exciting anymore. Life would be no fun if it was. Or would it? I would probably walk around licking ankles and the headlines would be outrageous. Also hilarious. I’m sure Pepper wouldn’t agree with that.
There any reason I get the feeling you’re following me around, Miss Rain? Tony smirks at her lazily.
“If laughter makes me look younger, I will never, ever stop,” Summer assures him. “And of course, I’m following you around because you are absolutely stunning and irresistible.” She duplicates his smirk almost exactly, throwing in a sassy raspberry at the end.