"Maybe if we keep them long enough they'll turn back into money," Tony suggests, squinting hopefully at one of his biscuits. He sighs. "I can't believe that was all my money from that order..."

He's not running in the red anymore, so it's not a catastrophe like it would have been a couple months ago, but it sure is a downer. It means a couple weeks of eating a lot of cheap food that can be bought in bulk, and no date nights with Gene or outings with Pepper.

"Sometimes I really miss being a billionaire," Tony concludes, tucking the biscuit back in his pocket.