Summer bit her lip (after running her tongue over it, of course, just in case there was any more lingering morsels of space cake there) as she looked at Stark, but, well, if he was just going to set her up with a perfect serve like that...

The only problem was that there were almost too many good responses, and now she had to choose.

"The best?" she asked. "I really need to step up my game."

Starting now? Starting now, because if that wasn't an invitation to just reach over and grab a hold of Stark's shirt and pull him into a kiss over the cart, she didn't know what was.