"Must be nice."

"Are you gonna be legally alive again any time soon? Take your company back and stuff?"

"Who even knows," says Tony. "It just seems like such a hassle, you know?"

"Yeah, but, like, if you get pulled over or something right now what are you even going to do? Being dead seems like a hassle too."

"...That is a good point," Tony admits. "And here's the arcade!"

"Arcades don't card!" agrees Soph brightly, and she skips out of the car.

Tony follows, giggling.

Soph wants to play DDR first. She is really good at it. "After this you can beat me at something with cars in it," she says.

"You're so nice to me," laughs Tony.

"I am super nice!" she says, polishing off the last steps of "Butterfly" on hard mode and striking a victory pose.

"And really good at DDR!"

"Yeah, I conjured up a home set when - well, I mean, I remember - I mean in the closet at home there's - yes. I am really good at DDR."

"Gotcha," he says. "Time to find a racing game for me to kick your ass at?"

"Yeah, pick something cool."

Soph loses gracefully, where "gracefully" means "while punching him playfully in the shoulder", and heads for skeeball. She's pretty good at skeeball.

Tony is half decent at skeeball! They shall play skeeball.

Then it is pinball time, that being how they chose this place!

Pinball time is one of the best times there is!

Soph is not very good at pinball! But they have a lot of quarters.

They do. They have many, many quarters. A practically endless supply.

Soph's attention span runs out before their quarters do. She blows all her tickets on plastic bangles and earrings to add to her jewelry collection.

Tony grins.

"Let's get, like, burgers or something - or no, let's go back to whichever Jarvis has a better TV and conjure burgers and stuff, I can mint now, it's awesome, she didn't hook it into my torching yet because I guess she's not totally sure but I can still do it - and watch James Bond define spy movies."

"Deal!" says Tony.