Tony chewed the corndog offhandedly, tapping the tablet over and over again. Numbers, equations, formulas—it all sort of blurred into one great mess that was his reality. The glass of water Jarvis left an hour ago exploded, splattering Tony's unshaven face with glorious beads of opaque liquid.

"HOO HOO, IT'S ME, YOUR FAVORITE FROST GIANT!"

"Get out, Loki."

"Alright. Have a good corndog-day."

"Thanks, hun."