"Who cares what it smells like? It's not putrid and dead, so you're fine," Herbert says, flapping his hand dismissively. "But what kind of rolls? Just whatever they have, or does he pick one sort over the others? Though I guess he probably just goes for bread because it's easy to hide ... "

The small boy trails off, smiling faintly and distracted, completely unaware of the change in the way Tony's looking at him.