Tony's Sekrit Lab, Warehouse District, Saturday Morning

[batwaffles]

Of course it was a perfectly normal thing to spend a Friday night on a movie date . . . in a secret laboratory in the warehouse district. Nothing wrong with that! Or with falling asleep there, either; the couch was pretty comfortable.

Nothing wrong with Stephanie waking up, yawning, then curling back up against Tony and closing her eyes again.

Nothing she'd noticed, anyway . . .

Yet.

[OOC: For the boy (um, the other one, today), NFB for sekrit lab-ness!]