Tony would have doubted the veracity of anyone else's preference for handmade items. Lark made it sound like most things she knew were painstakingly handcrafted, though, so it did seem sincere, and there was no doubt in his expression when the faceplate of his helmet suddenly popped open for him to actually consider the gift. The whole thing really had to go before he accepted Lark's generosity, so Tony waved a hand irritably as he finally stepped closer again, sending the helmet flying off in pieces in glints of yellow light from the repulsors that guided them, asking, "Where'd you get stuff to make a blanket..?" Magic, probably, he did know that, but he still readily held out his arms to take it from her. "Uh--thanks." He probably should have led with that.