"Does it have to have solid borders like a room, or can it just be a frame? Like... an open cabinet."
Isabella thinks. "I can work with an open cabinet," she determines finally.
"In that case, do you wanna cast cooling spells on some server racks?"
"Sure. I can probably do without, but if you happen to have a live seedling of any sort of evergreen - potted is fine - that you won't need back, it'd help," Isabella says.
"It'll save me about half an hour. If it'll take longer than that don't bother," Isabella shrugs.
"If it can be a teeny tiny one, I can just get it from Bar," he points out. "Which definitely won't take half an hour."
"She does live plants?" Isabella says. "Yeah, arbitrarily teeny tiny as long as it is alive and it's not a problem if I kill it."
"I've definitely heard she won't give out live animals but I've never tested whether she'll give out live plants," he says. "Let's find out!"
"Hi, Bar!" says Tony. "I would like to order a potted plant, can I do that?"
It is a sarcastic napkin.
"Oh well," shrugs Isabella.
A little bottle of it appears.
"This'll do," she says, picking it up and tossing it and catching it.
And out the front door they go.
"Hi Jarvis," he says as they step out into his living room. "This iiiiiiis... I totally forgot your name, I do that, I'm sorry."
"Isabella Amariah," says Isabella patiently. "Just Isabella if you don't want to be quite that formal." She peers around the house with fascination.
"...Likewise!" says Isabella, not entirely sure what to make of the talking house but gamely polite to it anyway. Path hoots. "Oh, and this is Pathalan."
"Isabella's a witch, she's gonna cast cooling spells on the server racks," Tony explains. "Which ones do you want?"
He leads Isabella through the house.
There is a lot of house.
It's a fairly short trip to the relevant room, though: large for a closet, small for anything else, and populated with metal racks labeled C1, C2, D1, and so on. Each rack houses several computers, individually labeled with names like C1_CANIS and E2_ERITHACUS.
"Just C through F? Okay." Isabella walks by each of the C through F racks, sprinkling a small handful of rosemary on each one and composing a poem in her head. "The rosemary will disappear after casting. This might take me a couple of tries, because machines are involved so I have to get the verse exactly right," she cautions.