"Yeah, well. When you're rich they spell it 'eccentric.'" He couldn't even argue. He knew he had some tics. What had Nat called it? Right. Compulsive personality traits.

"Pizza's here," PEGGI announced, and Tony nearly fell over himself reaching for his phone. He opened up a holo display window and positioned himself in front of the camera, nudging Peter with his foot to get in the picture.

The pizza delivery guy looked dumbfounded on the other end of the video.

"Yeah, hi. We're too comfortable to come down so I'm going to have to ask you to leave the pizzas with the robot, thank you. Your tip is in his drawer."


Tony had sent down his little white trundling cabinet on wheels, the housekeeping robot, to pick the food up.