A scent wafts up from the box- green and fresh and floral, something that cuts through the iron and smoke in the crucible. It locks Tony up, has him laughing quietly, the sting in his eyes from missing her more than anything else. "That-"

That's Pepper's perfume. He finishes his pour and sets the crucible aside, unwrapping his hands to wander over. "What, is it lingerie? I know I've been bitching about being homesick but that's a bit much-"

But...it's not lace or silk, it's the ring.

Her ring.

"...Liv?"