It presented a baffling tableau for anyone coming upon Tommy. The display of candles around the gentle bubbling of the fountain suggested perhaps a romantic arrangement, though such a high traffic area would make that a strange choice. His vegetables might have been for a salad. He looked ridiculous. Enough for Tony to stop dead where he meant to slip quietly by and avoid lingering too long where he would be noticed, considering Tommy, then glancing around the chamber like there might be something else nearby to give him an idea of what the kid might be up to. D.A.T.A., held against his hip where the robot's legs could only give en ineffectual, impatient wiggle, tracked his gaze, then peered up at him curiously until Tony met his camera-eye and had to shrug. As Tony risked slinking closer to get a better idea of what Tommy was doing on the ground, the clicking growl of the device in his other hand grew more evident over the murmur of the water. "I think all of the kids know how to read," he ventured when he made out the alphabet that Tommy was working on. "I appreciate the spirit, though. Very physical, very engaging."