With his posterior planted firmly on the comfortable cushion of his "Eero Aarnio Style Ball Chair"—a contemporary and pricy fixture of the Stark home—Tony Stark had as much appeal as a carrot. A red-and-gold one.
"Ahem ahem, I do believe it is that day again, Tony."
Without the slightest turn of his head, the billionaire replied. He already knew who was standing in his doorway.
"Kindly remove yourself from my home, Loki."
"But I like carrots. Its carrot day. IT'S THE ONCE A YEAR CARROT DAY, TONY, AND I WILL NOT HAVE YOU IGNORE ME THIS TIME AROUND. Not like you did last year."
The frost giant stood motionless, awaiting the Avenger's reply. Tony scoffed.
"Hah, Carrots. I prefer zucchini."