Tony wasn't sure that was a solid argument, pouting in contemplation and offering, "People on Earth live in yurts, doesn't make them less human than people in London." Especially with such a shift in climate, it wasn't entirely outrageous that a culture could be so different. Besides, the only people that Tony knew that worked in stone like this and built their houses up in the trees were from a wholly different planet that didn't seem to know anything about space travel.

Like plenty of the people living in Temba now.

Tony frowned, staring out the window as well, but at a blank, middle-distance as he tried to work through just how crazy that thought was, not tracking at all as the giant lizard-thing skulked toward a thick trunk and very carefully, very gently raised its forelegs to hug it. Jon's voice drew Tony slowly out of his reverie, his head tilting and his gaze sliding toward Jon with a wry smile. "Why, you got a date back in town? C'mon, it'll be fun. Sun's still up, we've got plenty of time to find a VIP suite, I've got connections, I'll have my people make some calls."