Tony was not going to get used to this manhandling, yelping in surprise and giving an ineffectual flail of protest once already in the air, only slightly less dignified than struggling his way through some weeds. He still tried his best to recover some of that dignity when he was back on solid ground, pointedly lifting his chin and smoothing his clothes and ignoring that he was capable of making any sound that could be described as a yelp. The performance didn't last long, squared shoulder quickly dropping in confusion as he could now watch the big rock up close, raising a lip at the weird wiggling it was doing in a thoroughly pulped bed of purple flowers.

"I think, uh, he's good, there, for now, we'll leave it parked," Tony suggested, raising his hands against the display and backing away, into the aromatic tunnel they had plowed through to get here. Maybe the mushrooms could also tell them how to properly care for the rocks.