Natasha's expression is amused as she picks up the box of Cookie Crisp and lets her gaze drift from it to Tony and back again. "Is this a thing, then?" she asks, her lips quirking faintly. She glances across the room to see Pepper immersed in conversation with someone and angles herself in front of the table to keep them out of the other woman's sight for a little.

"I take it this what you and Pepper have been playing tug-of-war with all day."