Tony's jaw made a slow rotation as he tapped the table--the little shudder in his chest needed somewhere to go. Peter's earnest delivery made that crack wrap all the way around into ironic hilarity.

"Let me make you another drink, Pete." Tony pulled a up a clear and square glass up from below and pulled up a nozzle to fill it up. Once it was filled with dark, fizzling soda he neglected to add any liquor and simply slid it over to the boy. "Enjoy."