“Might have mentioned it.” Summer made a weird noise of disbelief, something like a cross between a snort and a raspberry. “You’re a lousy liar, Jarvis.” She put her hands on her hips, surveying the bookish disorder on the floor. “Nope, I’m done. Not doing any more tonight. God, why do I have so many books?!”She picked her way over to the bedroom door and opened it, letting out a furry flood, then followed one dark, waving tail to the couch. Helios leaped onto the cushions and washed a paw unconcernedly while his human slave settled herself in one corner.
-I cannot say I was overly concerned with truly denying it,- Jarvis replied, with something like good humor. A beat. -Mr. Stark is currently stuck and may be slightly more than five minutes.-
“It figures,” she said with a sigh. “Is that literally stuck or just refuses to come away from whatever it is he’s doing?” The cat flipped an ear at the tone in her voice, and looked around with huge blue eyes.