“I don’t want it to break again, is the thing,” she said more seriously. She used a hand to swing herself around the doorpost and into her rooms when the elevator let them out, skipping her own jewellery collection and heading straight for her lapidary boxes. Popping the top off a smaller plastic box, she rummaged through the various coils of material before coming up with a fragile-looking silk cord. “This will probably work. Just not in bright red.” Summer gave Tony a grin.Tony feigned a pout in her direction, crossing his arms over his chest. “You mean you don’t approve of my usual eye-burning color choices?” he wondered, adopting a wounded tone. It didn’t last long, though, before his grin crept back into place. “Whatever works. You’re the jewelry expert here; I just buy it occasionally.”
Summer snorted, and then started laughing outright. After a minute she gasped herself to a stop and upended the box, spreading colourful threads across the floor. “Your usual colour choices are just fine, only I don’t think you want to be drawing that kind of attention to this. Tasteful, darling, for when you go to work. Bright red doesn’t go with your ties.”