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"Well, you can't blame a guy for trying. Tony said. He leaned forward, taking a sip of his water with lemon that tasted distinctly not like Scotch. Heroically, he managed to refrain from making a face.
"I can't lie and say I'm not a little disappointed about that, Potts." Tony admitted. "But then again I think my imagination is detailed enough that I can live without the real thing at least for a while." An intervention? Oh that was too far. "Wait, wait, wait. By intervention you mean gathering all the people who care about me together to stop me from working on cars? Because I think you and my mom might be the only people who would actually show up."
Tony hadn't even realized he included Pepper in the list of people who cared about him until after he'd said the words, but it was too late to take them back. The warm feel of Pepper's hand on his wasn't helping things, either. "And please, it's not my fault if humans are boring and cars aren't. You ever heard a Ferrari nag someone about not fulfilling their potential in life? Nope."
"Well if there is no such thing then I'll write into them and them there should be." Tony promised.
Tony couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when he heard Pepper say she could recite the alphabet backwards. "Oh, come on." He said, peering over the top of his sunglasses so he could get a good look at her. "You can't just say that and not expect me to make you prove it."
He waved his hand in front of him as if to offer her the floor, metaphorically speaking. Although it was something small like the alphabet Tony couldn't deny how it made him feel just to have Pepper voluntarily sharing it with him. Even if she did keep insisting that if was just a business lunch. He still had time to change her mind about that.