"Huh." Despite the monosyllabic nature of the sound, Tony managed to infuse it with puzzlement. Now that was weird. Inconsequential, but weird. "Yeah, they've always been brown. Weird."

Tony's grin at the question was a little more genuine, all self assurance and casual indifference to the way things were supposed to be done. "No," he replied. "But I'd know how likely you'd be to answer." He sobered, however, and glanced away. "Maybe. It's hard to say." He hesitated before posing one of the questions that had been nagging at him. "When is it, in your world? What year?"