“New toy, huh?” His smirk’s probably a little sleepy, he’s not quite at full alertness yet, but he’s getting there. “That’s—You know, it’s probably too early for my mind to go this far down into the gutter this fast, but there it is.”

It’s not as bad as he’s making it sound. Justin’s comment didn’t automatically bring to mind the entire contents of a sex shop. But Tony is awake enough to make the joke and pretend like it had. Truthfully, there are a variety of things that qualify as toys to him. Circuit boards, model cars, cellular phones, tablets, five dollar wooden mind teaser puzzles; they’re all things he can tinker with for a short span of time.

Having gotten his kiss, he finishes putting on his pants and starts digging around for his socks. He finds one and glances up at Justin as he slips it over his foot. “So what’s on the agenda for today? Pack up and head back? Go hiking or something?”

Aside from sitting around a campfire, Tony’s limited exposure to camping tells him that there are about three different activities one does in the daylight hours: hike, fish, and collect firewood. Or maybe get chased by chainsaw-wielding psychopath bears.