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[ Tony lets himself roll his eyes at their very fake gasp. ]

Thank you. It's been... A long road. [ That actually sounds genuine. But then, Rue was willing to sit through Tony venting about it, so they know more than most. ]

You probably woulda liked the tasting menu at Cutting Edge - you should check it out with your fiancé sometime - but honestly my favorite part was donning these huge parkas and going out in the below freezing cold to watch the auroras. [ He's making it sound like a half-complaint to avoid admitting that it was genuinely really romantic and sweet. ]

[what!!! was their acting so unbelievable? (yes)

But Rue just looks overjoyed at the news of the man's perfect date. The fact he has managed to find love in this world, especially with someone he has such a long, somewhat messy history with means everything. Love still conquers all.]

Sometimes the longest roads lead to the most unexpected of places. Congratulations, my friend. To you and Steve both, though I will tell you that I'm especially fond of him, so don't you dare break his sweet heart!

[ Tony lets out a hissing laugh through his nose at Rue getting protective. ]

I won't - [ There's a smirk on his face, though, and he continues with a: ] But if you ask me? Turnabout is fair play, Rue. [ But it's obvious it's all a joke, and he means it with the utmost humor. ]

But- No, seriously, thank you. It's... [ So many things, mostly things Tony doesn't really have the words to describe very well. ] Nice.

[ A beat. He clears his throat. ] How was your Valentine's Day, though?

[Tony laughs but Rue just feigns a look of utter offense, barely able to keep their expression straight, too much delight shining in their big eyes.

The honesty from their friend, however, has the owlbear dropping a paw gently at his forearm, just a brief, encouraging touch, soft and supportive.]

You deserve something nice in your life, Tony, and I can think of nothing nicer than Steve Rogers.

As for me, it was lovely! My betrothed planned the entire evening, which was entirely foreign to me and I know he must have seen me struggle to let go at least a dozen times, but when I finally did, I had a wondrous time. We went out on the lake in a darling boat to stargaze.

[a beat] He rowed, of course.

[ Tony smiles, both at the sentiment - yeah, he does deserve something nice actually, they're right - and at the description of Rue's date. ] Now that's romantic. [ They were about tied on that front, he figures. ] Sounds like we both managed to get something nice.

[ A beat, and Tony smirks, the barest hint of a pearly white fang visible. ] And knowing you? That wedding of yours is gonna be one hell of a party. Can't wait. [ He refills their wine glasses, and raises his own in a toast. ] To romance.

[Rue follows his lead, raising their newly refilled glass with a soft hooo.] To romance.

[and forgive them, but there's just no way Rue isn't going to shoot Tony a smile and add,] And to future weddings.

[ Tony chuckles a bit nervously, but takes a sip. ] Yours, certainly, is going to be quite the event. [ He smirks. ] Looking forward to having a Plus One for it that I'm not tryin' ta hide.

[Rue feeds off of that nervous energy, let's be real.]

Oh, Tony! You must let me make you another suit for it! Do you quite mind?

[ Tony smiles. ] Only if you got time, my dear.

Pick a color; coordinate with your floral arrangements as you see fit. [ Ooh complete creative freedom, how fun. ]

Compared to before, I find I have nothing but time anymore. [Who knew raising six teenage boys would be the most low-key job Rue's ever taken?]

But excellent! I won't bully you into the floral suits I picked out for the boys, but I'll take inspiration from them and create something worthy of Tony Stark.

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