A relatively quiet birthday for @TonyEStark this year. Which basically just means that no major crimes were committed and I don't have to spend my entire week doing PR damage control. Cheers.

You're—what. Yes, you are.

It's fake mistletoe time, @TonyEStark.

TONY WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT—

Got the obligatory Father's Day phone call out of the way, dodged about a hundred questions about my life choices. The rest of the day is dedicated to doing absolutely nothing with @TonyEStark.

See, now I'm kinda glad I skipped lunch. This is why you're my favorite.

Tacos call for HGTV, I want to watch a twenty-something couple try to buy a three-bedroom in Santa Monica on a Bakersfield budget. Where'd you order from?

I /was/ gonna put on a true crime documentary, buuuut I know how much you hate those.

A Snuggie? Really? ...okayfine. We're watching HGTV, though.

I get busy!

I do! Sometimes. Sometimes I forget.

Good thing I'm hungry.

PJs sound amazing. Did you order a reasonable amount of takeout or an Avengers amount?

I know, I know. Just a couple things that couldn't wait. All yours now.

I'm doing it again, aren't I? I'm sorry. Hi, Tony.

Shhhhhhhhhh.

Nope. I'm not here. I'm working.

All I want for my birthday is an extra dry martini and at least one hour of uninterrupted peace and quiet.

She looks up at him again, concerned. "I don't love the sound of that. What exactly does that mean – 'cage you in'?"