iamthefirechild said:
“Sometimes I think Jarvis likes me better than you,” she teased. She offered a hand. “Jarvis, dearest brilliant AI, you appreciate my computer jokes, don’t you?”
Tony took her hand, and pulled her down to join him on the floor. “Jarvis doesn’t play favorites. Except with me.” Jarvis, wisely, didn’t say anything to either of them.
“Hi there.” Summer ended half-sprawled on Tony, and cuddled up close. “What are we doing down here?”
“Dunno,” Tony answered after a moment, shrugging one shoulder. “My mind’s still all hazy with so many bad jokes.”
She pointed out, “You did ask. I can’t let other people upstage me in pick up lines with my own playboy.”