Guinevere Stark
"Right, mentioning things to parents...." Guin grumbled. She kept on stretching her arms out a little more, even cracking her wrists to try to loosen them up. Admittedly, having Lance for a pillow the entire night had made it a lot more comfortable than it could have been. She then stretched her legs some and let out another yawn, before she finally got up to her feet. "Guessing you don't want to volunteer to tell our parents then?" she asked Lance, figuring she ought to get changed out of her PJs soon enough. Pepper would have a meltdown if she went out in public with bedhead and penguin PJs on.
"Oh of course, the great Tony Stark, genius of our generation, was known primarily for his true talent - party planning," Banner quipped, shaking his head. He found it easier to talk to Tony than he did his own son. And as the thought occurred to him, Banner couldn't help but feel a great wallow of self pity over that. It was just pathetic. Banner then got up, grabbing the newspaper from the counter and opening it up, putting his glasses on. "And let's not forget how we defeated Loki - through a well selected playlist of songs you can dance to...."
Pepper couldn't help but laugh at Banner's jokes. It wasn't often that Dr. Banner started to sass people, but she enjoyed it quite thoroughly when it happened. She then smiled back at Tony. "So, party planner, go plan us a date then," she told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Unless you need time to recover from Bruce's spot on insults."