"Oh, what, it's a contest now?" Tony asks, grinning. when isn't it with them, honestly. "Alright, you're on."

The toaster pings, and by the time he's finished buttering and be-jamming the bread, the coffee has brewed, too. He pours himself a cup, and brings the two plates of toast to the table.

Tony takes a sip of his coffee, and smirks. "So if it's a contest... what does the winner get?"