Tony's eye fluttered shut as his head was accented with a delicate flower. He reached up, as if to remove it--and instead preened his hair to suit the splash of color, wordlessly seeking Thor's approval in the way he tilted his head this way and that before turning his attention to the dirt.

"Yeah. Because you were such a slacker beforehand." To Tony's credit, the sarcasm couldn't have been laid on thicker if he tried. He picked up a worm, wriggling right in the way of his path, set it to the side and mounded it back up so it wouldn't desiccate. "I get it. I've got my own projects keeping me busy. One'll allow me to live out the dream of being a lumberjack. Not my dream. Someone else's I'm sure."