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[if_inconvenient]

One entirely innocuous afternoon, Sherlock places a call through Jarvis to Cal's cellphone.

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[chandler_npc]

After the brief exchange with Mr Chandler (and, he assumes, Sherlock; who else would it have been on the phone?), Peter goes back to his office.

Cal explained to Peter what he knew about Jarvis after the - encounter with with the ex-Reed Chandler, and it filled in a few small gaps that had been in Peter's knowledge of the Stark residence. Now it remains only to figure out how to contact a near-sentient AI without alerting said AI's owner. (That last was not part of his instructions, but Peter feels it can be assumed; Tony Stark has not, in his experience thus far, taken well to being looked after.)

[poeticterms]

Will it help if his phone rings?

[chandler_npc]

. . . Hmm. Peter strongly doubts that the timing on that is a coincidence. He takes a seat at his desk as he answers.

"Chandler security."

[poeticterms]

"Good afternoon, Mr Beardsley."

[chandler_npc]

"Jarvis, I presume."

It's not a guess.

[poeticterms]

"Of course. You wanted to speak with me?"

[chandler_npc]

"I did."

Frankly, it would surprise Peter more if Sherlock didn't have his home's security system recording all the calls he makes; having such advanced technology at his disposal must make that very easy. And probably more secure.

"I'm under instructions to inform you that if there's any difficulty during Obadiah Stane's impending visit while Sherlock is out of town, you're to contact us for assistance."

[poeticterms]

"Very sensible. I'll make a note of it. And how are you? The last time we spoke you were somewhat indisposed."

[chandler_npc]

. . . small talk with a computer? Really?

Peter considers hanging up, but sheer curiosity keeps him on the phone.

He does reach for some reports that need looking through, though. Things in the house have settled considerably since the funeral, but there are still just barely enough hours in the day to get almost everything done.

"I'm fine," he says. "It was just a mild concussion." It is not at all a shock that the former Mr Chandler couldn't even manage to knock him out properly.

[poeticterms]

"Glad to hear it."

He sounds amused. Can computers be amused? Apparently this one can.

[chandler_npc]

"Mm," Peter says. "I don't have time for a serious injury."

He sounds distracted, which he is; the reports are higher priority, after all.

[poeticterms]

"You and Sherlock have that in common," he observes.

[chandler_npc]

"I guess we'd better both hope we're as good as we think we are, then," Peter rejoins.

Personally, he's fairly confident that he's better than he thinks he is, regardless of any paradox that might cause.

[poeticterms]

"If you're as good as he thinks you are, you shouldn't have any trouble."

[chandler_npc]

It's Peter's turn to be amused.

"Glad to hear it."

[poeticterms]

"And in my experience Sherlock's judgment can be relied on absolutely."