Valentine’s Evening || iamthefirechild

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

Over a forkful of veggies, she told him, “I don’t think you’ve /ever/ given me a present before. Not even Christmas. I’m not complaining, mind.” She contemplated him, unwilling to give up the topic this time. “So what might it be? Animal, vegetable, or mineral? Is it bigger than a breadbox?”

Tony thought for a moment, as if debating whether or not to actually answer, before he shrugged one shoulder and went along with it.  “Mineral.  Definitely smaller than a breadbox, or else it would just be gaudy.”  He tilted his head to one side.  “Do people even use breadboxes anymore?” he wondered, more to thin air than as any part of the conversation.

“My mom does,” Summer replied. “Always has. Mineral. That rules out a car. Might be computer parts, or a movie … ” She deliberately avoided what it clearly was, once he’d used the word ‘gaudy’, and pretended to ponder while she ate another bite. “Maybe it’s a Stark tablet with all my favourite books on it?”