Orange juice and champagne. That's all that's in a mimosa. And yet, Bruce looks like he's having JARVIS scan the pitcher for molecular content. He tilts his head to the side like a puppy, just watching him.

"You're adorable, you really are, but I think you're done. But down the goggles and help me carry this upstairs." On trays. Because he's not ruining his bed for food.