"Ah, c'mon, Stark isn't that bad," I say, closing the carton temporarily so I can jump up onto the wall in front of Tony, settling down to use my knees as a makeshift table for my food. "A little... intense, sure, but it's not like the same couldn't be said about you. And besides, east coast is always the right coast, what are you on about?"

A beat passes, and my eyes widen in horrified realization. Affecting my best Valley Girl accent, I add, "Ohmigod, you're not from, like, California, are you?"