Oh? Good. Most of it should be there by tomorrow.

( Gosh, why don't you start talking about the weather next, he scolds himself, exasperated, and reaches for those new boots.

Tony wouldn't be Tony if he didn't take a knee before her, patting his offered leg with a small, cheeky grin. )

C'mon, foot up, Cinderella. I want to show you the place and we can't have your toes freezing on the way there.