The compliment makes Tony look up from his intense scrutiny of several previously undiscovered pastry offerings. "Oh— thanks!" He smiles, while piling one of each pastry onto his plate. "I just threw it together in the lab with some scrap. I'd have spent more time on the aesthetics if I'd known how gorgeous my competition would be."

Holy shit, Tony, where did that come from? That was actually pretty suave. Apparently the swanky surroundings are bringing out his much-neglected inner socialite.