Summer sulked. “Fine. I see how this goes. I can get my /own/ dinner.” She didn’t actually get up, though, instead dragging her knees up to her chest and putting her arms around them. A huge yawn interrupted the pout.
-You are aware that takeout means dinner comes to you, are you not?- The question was delivered with a suspiciously innocent flatness. He fell silent after that, as he usually did when sulking was involved.
Eight and a half minutes later, Tony knocked ‘shave and a haircut’ on the door.
“‘s open!” Summer yelled. She laid there and looked at the door slightly upsidedown, still pouting a little. Helios fluffed off the couch and padded to the door to headbutt Tony. “I thought you weren’t coming.”