"What've you been doing this whole time? Stop messing around," Tony chastised, like he hadn't been sitting on the floor with Jon, as they rounded to the spill of brighter light shimmering down the stone steps. The corners were still shadowy, and the plants still encroached to make the space feel small and dim, but the wide window at the top of the steps had survived whatever had caved in the roof here. Probably because they weren't windows so much as they were screens of strange, intricate stonework that Tony bounded part way up the steps in his excitement to share them before he stopped to also point out, "Look, the stairs--isn't that strange? Like the place where you ate that big flower." Maybe that should have put Tony more on edge, but this space was teeming with more life than those hallucinogenic weeds; if they walked into somewhere without any cobwebs in the corners, Tony might start uprooting plants.