"Who's cosplaying an Umbreon?" Bella asks.

"I can't tell under there!"

"How do you tell them apart anyway?" Bella asks, gazing at the sea of less-distinguished Porygon.

"Um... I dunno," says Tony. "I just kind of do. I mean, there's distinguishing features, I just don't really think about them much anymore? Like, when you look at somebody you know, you don't go 'oh, she's dressed like a trainer on the road and she has a cute nose and her jaw goes in a little at the sides, she must be Bella'."

Bella feels her nose. "I have a cute nose?"

"Aww." Bella pats the Porygon. "Thanks."

Tony giggles and hugs his armful of besweatered Porygon.

"The sweaters may be fashion disasters - well, actually the Umbreon one is kind of cute - but they sure solve the pointiness problem, huh?"

"Renée will be pleased she could help. And hey, I have the pattern, if either of you guys wants to take up knitting and outfit more of the flock."

"Ooh," says Tony. "That would be awesome to have around, even though I'm totally not going to take up knitting."

"Sure," says Bella, and she calls up the file on her Pokétch. "Where do you want it sent?"

"To the house!"

Addressed, and, sent.

"Thank you," says the house.

"...You're welcome."

"And polite, too," the computer says approvingly.

"...Nice to meet you. I don't believe you've talked to me before, what changed?" Bella asks, helping herself to a chair and setting the pompomped Porygon on her lap.

"I'm very shy," the computer says dryly.

"His name is Jarvis," Tony says helpfully.

"...Hi, Jarvis."

"Hello, Bella. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise. This explains all of Sherlock's odd remarks about his house."