"Mmmm," Summer pretended to think about it, and, since she was already pressed up against Stark and her hand was already on his shoulder, she was going to let that hand just drift down to his chest while she thought. She'd told him that she'd really appreciate it if he went without a shirt for his costume, and she was making good on that promise, dammit. "Surprise me. Get me something that looks like it might be complicated; I want to see what these jags that are bartending instead of me got. And maybe a snack, if anything looks particularly good."