"Since I ordered the restaurant, yeah," he agreed. "Let's go."

He didn't wait before heading out - he'd given his own name, after all, and that meant he'd have to confirm everything. He only stopped to pick up his glove from the kitchen before opening the door. Jim greeted the man with a polite few words of Cantonese and a bow of his head.

The delivery man gave a nod of recognition. "Having a party?"

"Something like a party, anyway," Jim answered, hearing Tony take his cue and stand up, fishing his wallet out of his pocket.

"What's the total?" Stark asked and the delivery man answered - pretty steep, but for the amount of food that was around him, it was proportionate. Stark didn't even bat an eye before forking it over with a generous tip. "Thanks," he said. "It smells great."

"Threw in some desserts for free. Enjoy," he said, and handed over two cardboard boxes of fragrant food.