"What kind do you want?"

She grins. "Ooo you can custom build me a dream computer, can't you? Okay, then -" she starts naming off specs. She certainly isn't an expert in technology, but she's copying what her computer at home had, with some of the fancier versions of what she had there.

Tony listens in fascination, almost but not quite distracted from this amazing coffee.

Cam nods along to the description. "Do you want it loaded up with software beyond the operating system or are you going to handle that yourself?"

"Loaded up with software, please, I'm working on being able to add programs myself, but uh - not quite that good with my magic yet." She names programs she wants, and then on a whim, a video game she's missed playing since she died.

She takes it and makes a little 'Eee' sound. "Thank you!"

"No problem."

"Aww."

"So how exactly are you planning to let my computer talk to - damn, what was the leading browser in 2007? Do you have Starbird yet, I liked that, it annoyed me when they stopped supporting it. Or, no, that was definitely after 2009, couldn't tell you without looking it up how much after..."

"There's, like, two and a half problems to solve here," he says. "Can I have some more of that amazing coffee? Problem number one is hardware, I probably don't have anything that hooks up to what you've got. But give me specifications and I can fix that. You can even save me the manufacturing step. Problem number two is data transfer protocols, also something I can solve. Problem number three is file formats, which Jarvis can fix for you no problem, he'll just write you a browser that runs on your machine but talks to our internet. I mean, it won't be the prettiest thing in the whole wide world, but it'll work, and it won't take that long if you give us good specs. You have all that stuff, right? The hardware stuff and the network stuff and the system library info and all? Because the more of that we have to reverse-engineer, the longer this is gonna take."

The coffee mug refills. "This model is very, very wireless - I'm actually going to have to make it a charging station in about six weeks when the battery runs down but that's wireless too - and I can make the router it would normally communicate with, or the satellite alternative for that matter, but I don't see how you're planning to talk to those objects any better than you could talk directly to this thing. I think you may also be operating on an... incomplete set of assumptions about how much I have to know about a thing before I can make one. I can produce futuristic comp sci textbooks, but it's a hundred fifty years from here to there, and I haven't read them all."

"I don't need you to personally know the specs, I just need you to be able to produce the specs in a format I can read. Ideally on, like, a 2007-compatible hard drive, because Jarvis is more convenient than a huge stack of books, but I'm flexible. And then when I know how your computer is expecting to get data from its environment, I just build something that sends it data that way, or design the something and get you to appear it for me if that's a thing you can do. It's more complicated than that but not hugely more complicated than that unless your computer systems are, like, way way stranger than I've been imagining." He drinks the refilled coffee.

"Okay, 2007 hard drive with parameters for conventional design of relevant things -" Bam. "And, yes, I can make stuff off sufficiently complete designs or blueprints or whatever."

"Cool," says Tony. He scoops up the hard drive and finds somewhere nearby to plug it in so Jarvis can have a look.

The air fills with holograms, mostly centered on a nearly-empty table close to Tony, representing the provided information.

He steps into the middle of the swarm and starts dragging things from place to place and drawing in the air, talking a mile a minute and very admiringly about the details of the technology and what he plans to design in response. It may or may not be comprehensible to anyone but Jarvis.

"Adana," provides the angel. "Sorry, should have introduced myself. Hi."

"Nice to meet you both! I'm Tony," says Tony. "Can I have some more coffee?" He nudges his mug slightly Camward along the surface of the table, from where it stands empty next to the holographic keyboard he is mostly ignoring. Designs are taking shape in the air.

"Sure." Coffee is refilled. "Uh, Jarvis, can you tell if he's overcaffeinated so I can cut him off?"

"Certainly," says Jarvis.

Adana snickers. "I feel like it is some kind of weird abuse of power to make unlimited coffee, but then again I also dry my hair with my magic, so, not like I can complain."