The part was accepted with a curious twist in Tony's hands then a quick lift in thanks, though the startup hadn't been the part of the equation that had fallen apart. "You should come by and take a look at it," he suggested, and cocked his head with his gaze rolling to the ceiling to promise, "It's less deadly when it's off. I still haven't figured out the problem with the hardware." Pieces had gone missing in the crash, Tony thought, but he still had the molds to machine them again, it wasn't like he had forgotten some key bolts.

"I told you, he's being punished," he explained the droid, making BB-8 wobble with an indignant beep while Tony shot him a smirk. "His dad," he started, because he didn't have a better word for the relationship, not sounding much more serious than before, "had a hot date, couldn't have this guy around cramping his style. They knew I didn't have any plans tonight. What's your excuse?" This wasn't the most glamorous place on Coruscant to be spending the evening, after all.