Scene #1503:

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Pepper Potts	Well, Potts was was having one of those rare days off. She was in jeans, and a T-shirt, her hair pulled back into a simple ponytail, bare feet on the kitchen floor. Classical was playing on the overhead as she was rummaging for the pan, humming along with the music. The eggs were already on the counter, along with a pack of swiss cheese.
Toph Beifong	Why not spend some time with Pepper on her day off? Especially when there's promises of sandwiches. Rushing in from the patio, Toph does remember to wipe her feet a bit before she heads through the living room and towards the kitchen, brushing off her oversized t-shirt. Though it does seem that her shorts do have some sand stuck in them still. But that always happens when she has been sandbending on the beach, doesn't it? "Want me to get the bread?" she offers with a big grin. After all, it might be better if Pepper prepares the bacon since she can actually see.
Pepper Potts	Pepper goes to straighten, and gets a bit of a crack on the back of her head. "Ow!" she hisses, and embarrassedly rubs at her head as she straightens, and sets the pan on the range. "Sounds like a plan. A couple of plates too... do we have any chips left?" she asks, clicking the gas on, and setting the pan on top to warm. "Think we should tell Tony?"
Toph Beifong	At the sound of Pepper hissing Toph blinks a bit, walking over to the breadbox to fish out some slices. "Yeah, I didn't eat any this time." So they should still have some, right? Unless Tony ate them. And as Toph goes to get the butter from the fridge she does note the question from Pepper. Hmmm. Tony /would/ appreciate sandwiches, most likely. So Toph raises her foot and /kicks/ down into the floor, and there's the sound of something slamming down underneath them in the work shop. "Yup." It's easier than calling for him anyway, if he's down there he's most likely listening to music. Bending makes it easier anyway! With that done Toph opens the fridge and finds some butter as well as a carton of iced tea, and then she carries it all back to the counter, closing the fridge door with her foot. "So what are you going to do on your day off? Relax for once?" she asks.
Pepper Potts	"... oh dear." Potts mumurs quietly, taking a look down the hall as she purses her lips... and turns back to the pan at hand. She puts some bacon in it -- she is not as porkbelly crazy as Stark. Less than /half/ of what he puts in. /For All Three People/. "Me? I am relaxed, Toph. I typically do work to relax... which I think is how I ended up being so high up in Stark Industries... can't leave work at work. Which, as Tony will tell you..." she pokes at a piece of bacon with a fork. "Is my downfall."
Tony Stark	Except Tony isn't in the garage. He actually, believe it or not, went into the office for the morning to make up for Pepper having the day off. See, he's responsible. Since it's no longer morning though, one of his Audis comes quealing up the drive moments after Toph stomps, anyway. Tony hops out, digging a finger under his collar to undo his already-loosened tie as he bounces up to the front door. By the time he crosses the living room and finds his way into the kitchen, he's also undone the top few buttons of his dress shirt and discarded his suit jacket over the back of a chair. "Does that mean you get to go around telling everyone I've got breast implants?" he inquires, apparently following up on another conversation entirely. He mock-seductively tugs aside the flap of his shirt so the glow of the reactor shines through the t-shirt underneath. Then his eyes dart to the pan. "Not enough bacon, Potts."
Toph Beifong	"Seriously? Work is relaxing?" Toph asks with a snort as she begins applying a hefty dose of butter to the sandwiches. "I dunno about you, but I think I would be ready to snooze from all that paperwork." Then again, she seems to get tired from just her reading lessons with Jarvis nowadays since he is expecting her to read more and faster. "Don't you have any hobbies at all?" Though she raises her head when she hears something and picks up on Tony arriving through the front door. Huh. So he was actually out for once? Yet the first thing he mentions makes the blind girl make a dead pan face. "I'm not even going to ask. How many sandwiches do you want, Goldie?" she asks, reaching up to bend the cupboard open before she stands on her toes and reaches up to grab three plates.
Pepper Potts	"No, I am not about to go around telling people you have breast implants when it's not true. And Two pieces is a /serving/, Mr. Stark." she states with a small smile, and turns to glance over to Toph. "Work can be relaxing if you enjoy it... kind of like bending, for you. It's something you work at, but you do it for fun too..." and Potts trails off. "Well." she pauses, and glances up. "I... buy an awful lot of shoes? ... does... that count?" she ventures, and glances behind her, at the superhero playboy billionaire genius philantropist fiance and the ground-shaking mountain-moving ass-kicking daughter. ... and Potts feels rather small. Cooking lunch.
Tony Stark	"I'm the only hobby she has time for," Tony grins, swaggering over and daring to ghost his hand over Pepper's butt as he leans in to steal a kiss. "How come you don't wear this to the office, honey?" he flicks his other hand at her ponytail. "We should institute no-shoes Friday, what do you think?" He looks back to the sizzling pork in the pan. "Okay but there's three of us. So that means six pieces each, Miss Potts." His eyes wander back to Pepper's sparkling with mischief. "My math is never wrong."
Toph Beifong	"Hey, you know my position on shoes. So I'm gonna say no," Toph says with a smirk. Bending is something different though, as being a bender is what Toph is throughout her very being. Pepper isn't paperwork, is she? At least she shouldn't be. Toph puts the buttered slices on the plates once she is certain she has enough of them. And as she carries the plates over to Pepper she can't help but make a face again, sticking her tongue out while making a sound that should clarify just what she thinks of public displays of oogie. "You can't argue with that math. I certainly won't." Indeed, you can never have enough bacon on these things. Toph certainly seems to share Tony's fondness for bacon.
Pepper Potts	Potts threatens to smack that hand with a spatula! Bad Tony! But she does accept the kiss. "Shoes are a requirement at the office, thanks, I'd hate to think what would happen if Xander stepped on my toes /all/ the time without shoes." As for his math ALWAYS being right, she levels a playful look to him. "Except that one time, where I found the two million you missed. And here, in the kitchen, where I know my math is flawless, thank-you-very-much." Potts protests, and then she turns to grab a dish towel to wipe her hands with
Toph Beifong	"Bacon math is different from other math!" Toph protests with a pout.
Pepper Potts	"Math follows its laws." Potts states, firmly, from the sink. Nevermind the open package of bacon, and abandoned pan.
Tony Stark	"Except for that one time," Tony concedes, still grinning. "But that got you the PA gig, after all, so I think you could argue my math was exactly what it needed to be there." He turns and winks at Toph, though she can't see it so he announces, "I'm winking at you Toph." "--But she's right," he continues to the back of Pepper's head. "Bacon math is definitely different. I'm sure I taught a class on it once. Base-bacon." As he talks he casually slides a few more pieces onto the empty pan. "What kind of sandwiches are we making, anyway?"
Toph Beifong	Is Toph rolling her eyes? It certainly looks like she is trying at least. Math is okay and all, but it's far more fun to talk about sandwiches instead. "Bacon, cheese and egg sandwiches," Toph declares, then she picks up the swiss cheese and begins slicing it, adding it around evenly on the slices of bread. "And we are having chips later, we have decided." Which is an awesome idea in her opinion. And with some refreshing drinks this ought to be nice family meal indeed. As she works she seems to consider something. "I was thinking of perhaps having a barbeque for my birthday next month," the blind girl states. "And let the guests help prepare their own food." Because seriously, getting everything ready for the pizza party last year was a big pain in the ass.
Tony Stark	And letting people barbecue their own food wouldn't be? God, he'd have to take out an extra policy. "Sure," Tony says anyway, nudging the bacon around the pan with the spatula that was previously used to threaten his butt-touching hand. "You thinking like, hamburgers and hot dogs? Or more of a Mongolian style thing?"
Pepper Potts	"Huh... that sounds like a good idea. I could also call up the caterers... which would mean less clean up and... chance for burn-ward visitations." Potts ventures, and turns around to tend to some eggs, only to spot Tony sliding more bacon in! "Tony! You don't need all that bacon!" she protests, and she grins, and whips the dishtowel at Stark's rear end as she goes to grab for another pan. "What'd you like to serve, Toph?"
Toph Beifong	"Huh, Mongolian style sounds interesting," Toph muses as she finishes slicing the cheese, though she sighs. Seriously, do they have magnets in their butts or something? "It might be easier and more fun if people helped with something at least..." It's just an idea, and well, catering does sound easy. Not to mention Pepper has experience with these things. "Plus it would be fun to have the party on the beach, I think. I could sandbend decorations and those who want to could go swimming and such. Maybe we could have a contest too and see who can make the best sand castle or sand sculpture. Besides me, that is." Because it would be no contest if she were to join. Besides, she would be the best judge for such a contest anyway. "Isn't your birthday next month too, Pepper?" Tony did say it was March, right?
Tony Stark	Tony obligingly twitches his butt aside at the towel-snap. "Of course I don't /need/ it. I don't /need/ most of the things I have. I /want/ them." He eyebrow waggles at Potts to make sure she's aware of other things he wants. "So I /get/ them. That's the beautiful thing about being a billionaire, isn't it?" Not that he thinks he 'got' Pepper by virtue of his money. Oh shit, she's not going to think he meant that, is she? He hesitates, mouth working as if trying to figure out how to fix that eventuality, then he decides he's better off keeping quiet. Pepper knows him better than that. "Mongolian would be safer too," he muses. "Everyone can pick out what they want grilled up and we can hire a pro to do it." That way there's only ONE point of possible fire that he has to stick Dummy on. "Yeah how old are you gonna be this year, Honey?" he teases sweetly. "Sixty-four, sixty-five? Time to retire yet?"
Pepper Potts	"Oogie, Tony." Potts comments, sticking out her tongue as she sits at the counter, content to pass off cooking duties to Tony as she raises her eyebrows and purses her lips. "Well, the best things in life are free. For everything else, there's Iron Man." she compliments him, and considers. "Probably wouldn't be an issue getting a Mongolian set-up going on the beach. We could even have a tent set up... and..." and at that, Potts blushes. "I don't really.. I haven't... really celebrated my birthday since... well. Since losing Tony for the first time." she rubs the back of her neck slightly -- and then she wryly looks up at Tony. And flings the towel at his back. Nice wide target.
Tony Stark	Tony pauses, letting the bacon sizzle as he tries to figure out if that was a compliment or an insult. "...we should get a sponsorship deal with Mastercard," he eventually decides. "Or can I have my own credit card? Do we own a bank, Pepper?" The towel hits him in the back with a damp flump. "Hey!" he turns around, brandishing the spatula as bacon grease shimmers on the edge of it. "I've taken you to dinner for your birthday ever since then, haven't I? And I'm... not likely to vacation in a cave again so I don't think you need to worry about jinxing things. I just didn't think you WANTED a big to-do." An urgent note to the sizzling behind him makes him turn back quickly to the stove and slide the bacon out of the pan.
Toph Beifong	"You need Pepper, though," Toph points out with a shrug. It's true. Without her he would be a wreck. And he seems to slowly become a wreck when he realizes his vocal blunder. So Toph sighs and reaches out to elbow him in the side. "Relax." Pepper does know him better than that, so what is he worrying about? "I can set up a tent easily too," Toph offers. Why shouldn't she do some of the work? Do she does wonder about the supposed adults in the room. "Hey! Less oogie, more cooking!" she snarks at them and even points at them. This is precious bacon we are talking about. "You deserve a nice birthday too, Pepper. And Goldie's not vacationing in a cave again," she adds firmly. No, if something like that happens... then the entire Union will be there. "And why wouldn't you want a party? Or at least some gifts?" With that she holds out a plate for Tony. "Load 'er up with bacon, and I'll add the eggs."
Pepper Potts	Potts leans back, and she glances over at Tony, bacon eggs and all, and over to TOph, demanding the bacon, eggs, and all. ANd she gives a slight smile. She leans back in her seat a moment, drawing up one leg beneath her. "Toph, I have more than I could ever ask for with you and Tony in my life."
Toph Beifong	"Then get used to asking for more," Toph replies with an impish grin. "I think it's part of the package when you decided to have a family." If Pepper gets to dote on her and all, then she better be prepared to deal with gifts at least!
Pepper Potts	Potts just keeps smiling, and doesn't reply to either accusation. "I think I want some orange juice... Toph, Tony, would either of you like some~?" she titters, and hops off the stool towards the fridge.
Tony Stark	"That's not true," Tony puts in. "--yes, I want orange juice -- you can always ask for more shoes. Plus, you're marrying me. That makes you a billionaire too. So get to wanting things." He spreads his arms expansively. "A week in Tahiti would be a good start," he suggests, a touch pointedly as he STILL hasn't gotten the fulfillment of that promise. But only a touch. "Or," he continues impishly, "if you just want sex for your birthday I can handle that too."
Pepper Potts	"TONY!" Potts chastizes, turning around and almsot dropping the orange juice in the process, looking utterly scandalized!
Toph Beifong	"I already got some iced tea." It's an awesome drink in Toph's opinion, and it tastes even better with sandwiches. Sure, she knows that Tony likes watching Pepper around in high heels. Though it doesn't sound bad for Tony and Pepper to take a vacation just so Pepper can relax for once. When he makes that last suggestion though... Perhaps Toph's shorter height is optimal for more things than agility and speed. But it also puts her at the perfect height to drive her elbow /hard/ into Tony's side. "Can't you at least wait until I've gone to bed later?! SHEESH!" Seriously! No, this is nearly as bad as The Talk!
Tony Stark	Tony is both chastized by a scandalized fiancee and elbowed by a mortified daughter. Though he obligingly makes a little noise of discomfort at the latter, he continues to wear a broad, unapologetic grin. "Hey. You both knew who I was before you jumped i... before you came to live with me," he amends to a slightly less raunchy phrasing. "Anyway I'm only being /honest/," he falls back on the Internet Troll's Defense, the grin turning more winning as he shows more of his teeth.
Pepper Potts	"Honestly obnoxious." Potts ammends, pouring a glass for her and a glass for Tony. She leans back in her seat, drawing up one leg to her chest again, and raises her eyebrows. "You are so going to get it later. And by 'it' I mean extra work."
Tony Stark	Tony lifts the orange juice glass to his lips as if it had champagne in it. "I work all the time," is his defense. "Where do you think all these genius ideas that make the company all the money come from? And I went into the office this morning too," he mock-pouts, gesturing at what remains on him of his suit. "AND," he adds, wagging a finger as if this is the one, unbeatable trump card, "you're off-duty today, Potts, so you can't threaten me with anything more dire than a pillow fight." A beat. "Want to pillow fight?"
Toph Beifong	"Just because you are being honest doesn't mean I want to hear you talking about it! I have the courtesy to keep my hands and feet safely in bed at night too!" Still, she mutters as she finishes slapping together a sandwich. Okay, so he went into the office this morning and actually did some work. "She can threaten you with lots of things, I believe, and..." Pillow fight? "How old are you, anyway? Eight?"