Sitooterie: A place to sit outside in, as a gazebo. Or, a secluded corner to take your partner during a dance.
"I can't believe you're making me go out with you, not when I'm as big as a house," Pepper protests as Tony comes back to the secluded corner of the ballroom, bearing cups of nonalcoholic sparkling cider and a plate of cheesecake for her. "And this certainly isn't going to help me be not as big as a house," she adds, but she has already gotten to work on the cake.
Tony laughs, sitting down beside her, watching the other dancers at Stark Industries's 50th anniversary swirl around the ballroom. "I wouldn't say you're as big as a house," he tells her, leaning over to press a kiss to her cheek. "Perhaps a small condo. A studio apartment, if I were really trying to be flattering."
Pepper pinches him, and he just smiles good-naturedly, taking a sip of his nonalcoholic cider.
"Have you thought about any names for her yet?" Pepper asks in a lull where the orchestra is still rifling through its sheets for its next number and dancers are traipsing onto and off of the ballroom floor, to mingle and chat in the punch line or hide themselves in the shadows in the corners of the room for little, quick trysts. "She's not just going to wait forever."
"I was thinking Antonia was a good name," Tony begins, and Pepper only laughs and pinches him again.