Tony pursed his lips in consideration and scratched his chin a few times, eyebrows raised as Hiro got comfortable in a way that was very familiar. Then, mind apparently made up, he leaned forward enough to dig around in his back pocket and retrieved a thin glass rectangle.

"Yeah, ah, mm, not. So much working on it as working on the people working on it," he said, rapping the phone idly against the knuckles of his other hand. "Politics. Grown-up stuff. Let's just say there wouldn't be an energy crisis if they actually let me work on it."

Probably. Maybe. Tony flipped the phone in his hand a few times, shrugged, and tossed it at Hiro. Time to see if the kid really did know his shit.

"Alright, kid, let's see what you can do. And hey, I'll even be nice and give you a hint. Just ask." Apparently the kid had a Michelin man robot, but did he have a kickass Artificial Intelligence butler?