After declaring that the bed smells like marshmallows (and in reality, it actually does), Tony laughs uproariously and finishes his chips. He’s propped up on pillows, talking about how gross it is to eat in bed, and then tosses the bag away, empty.

Banner is just a swimmy sort of image in front of him, flitting from shelf to shelf like a cardigan wearing hummingbird and Tony is too amused to do anything at all but watch him for several moments.

If the other scientist thinks his friend is going to happily stay in bed, however, he has another thing coming.

“FRIDAY! Music! We need to party!” And be sloppy drunk off of alien alcohol meant for the Hulk. The AI obliges her Boss. At least Tony is an impressive figure. He has some decent rhythm. Even as he stumbles back into the wall.