Scene #1790: Birthday Preparations

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Toph Beifong	Usually Toph does wake up early. But today she didn't wake up from nightmares. Instead she had woken up by her alarm, a bit groggy at first. Until she remembered what day it is. There's the sound of feet coming down the stairs to the work shop, and the blind earthbender enters with a big grin on her face. "Heya Goldie!" she greets Tony, heading over to where he is working. Indeed, the birthday girl seems to be in a very good mood. Though she hasn't washed up just yet, still wearing her pj bottoms and a t-shirt... with her hair a big mess.
Tony Stark	"Hey yourself," Tony replies in a distracted tone, bent over an intricate connection module from the Mark 43 project. He sets down his metal probe, straightens, stretching his back with a few audible pops, and shoves his goggles up onto his forehead to rub a knuckle into his eye. Then he turns slightly, to see the state of Toph's personal hygiene. "I'm going to assume," he drawls dryly, "that from the tone of your greeting you just rolled out of bed excited for the party and not because you had a bad dream. You will be getting dressed before people start showing up, yeah?"
Toph Beifong	"What? I thought I would set a new trend here and give the dunderheads on the internet something to write about," Toph grins. Then she reaches out to press her knuckles into Tony's back, specifically where it seems like he has some of those damn knots. And she also shakes her head. "No bad dreams." Not today. "Besides," she continues, "It's not like they are arriving /now/! Did you order another dirt cake this year? Or something else?" Hey, that cake was awesome. So can you really blame her for wanting another one this year?
Tony Stark	Tony lets out an appreciative grunting noise as Toph's knuckles penetrate one of those muscle spasms. He remembers, dimly, through a haze of alcohol over his memories, a time when he could abuse his body with impunity without paying any kind of price. But that was twenty years ago and before he started subjecting himself to the rigors of armored battle physics. He lets his eyes slip shut for a moment, enjoying the stretch. Then they pop open again and he gives Toph a look of wide-eyed innocence. "What? I thought you were handling the cake. It's your party, don't you have everything sorted by now?"
Toph Beifong	Considering she's in a good mood Toph continues using her knuckles. Tony's back does seem to need a stretch and some loving abuse at times, and well, it's the price of being family, she guesses. Though the moment he begins teasing she huffs and mock pouts. "But you're my dad! I have fixed other stuff, like the contest stuff, the music, I'm going to set up some decorations and stuff... but you know, cake is kinda /your/ job! It's /my/ birthday! I can get a cake for /your/ birthday if you want to. In addition to gifts." Here she reaches out and picks up one of the pieces of the Mark 43, studying it with her fingers.
Tony Stark	Tony frowns, seeming to consider. "I... guess I could run out to the grocery store and buy a premade cake from the bakery," he muses. "I mean it's a little late to start planning the cake /now/... wait, you didn't expect gifts too, did you?" His tone turns pensive. "Man. I don't really know how to do the shopping thing. Maybe if I ask Pepper she can pick up something from a toy aisle somewhere." He is, patently obviously, trolling. "You DID at least arrange for the contest prizes?"
Toph Beifong	Okay, it is kinda fun when Tony is joking like that. And Toph decides to go along with it. Withdrawing her hand she gasps, pressing it against her chest. "Premade?!" Her tone is one of mock shock, and then she makes a gagging sound and flops over onto her side against the table. "Dying... from... disappointment... tell the badgemoles... I loved theeeeem...!" Though she does raise her head a bit. "But yeah, I made some prizes for them. And a grand prize. Do you wanna join in on the contest for fun, or are you going to sit on your ass and be useless during the party? I mean, the caterers are fixing the food and all..." It's fun to tease Tony, after all.
Tony Stark	"Oh so you DID hire caterers at least, good," Stark replies with the air of a man who really can't handle one more display of incompetence today. "Actually I thought I'd give Dummy a shovel attachment and let him enter the contest." Off to the side, Dummy lifts his arm and swivels his claw-hand in a decidedly quizzical puppy-head-cocking motion. "I mean it's either that or have him serving food," Tony continues, with a glance toward the robot, "and I /know/ we don't want that." Dummy's arm droops again as if in shame. "Other than that I was pretty much planning to sit on my ass," he grins. "Maybe with Pepper in my lap..."
Toph Beifong	"Pepper did," Toph corrects Tony. Which isn't so weird, considering Pepper fixes about everything. The thought of having Dummy enter the contest does make her snicker a bit. "Yeah, he's not allowed to serve food unless we need a laugh." Cue Toph sticking out her tongue. "No oogies. Or I'll find a way to embarrass you. Though seriously..." Toph perks up again, beaming. "So... birthday breakfast? Brunch? If you need to work up an appetite for the party we can always spar later?" Because they need to have an appetite for mongolian barbeque.
Tony Stark	"I wouldn't want to hurt you on your /birthday/," Tony teases. "But hey, it's your day, if you want me to beat you up then we can do that." He peels the safety goggles the rest of the way off his head and drops them on the work bench. "I'd also hate for you to hurt yourself trying to come up with a way to embarrass me. You should know by now I'm shameless." He glances at a floating time display as he stands up. Not yet noon, so definitely still breakfast time. "Did you want to go out, Miss Fashion Statement, or did you want to put your clothes on while I make waffles?"
Toph Beifong	"That sounds like a challenge to me," Toph grins. Sure, she's smaller than Tony, and without bending it's harder, but hey, it's part of the fun. And she is quicker too. "Maybe I'll kick your ass so much you can't sit on it tonight!" Hmmm. What to do? "Depends on where we're going. And yeah, I could toss on a shirt and shorts. I should probably shower /after/ I am done setting things up outside anyway," she muses. "Got any suggestions for something to compete against breakfast waffles?" Then she grrins. "Either way we should take the chance to pig out while Pepper isn't here." Whether it be strawberries or bacon. Maybe both.