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When; Wednesday Evening
Rating; PG-13
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fireplacegirl
Summary; Tony promised Reinette dinner with him and his wife (Scotch) and then Jarvis opened his big mouth and mentioned Tony's cooking so he has his first house guest
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The amount of time Tony had spent cooking was was obscene. He'd started around lunch and made the goat cheese salads. Then the dessert--Tiramsu and finally the entree, shrimp capricco. He'd purposely tried to steer away from French food.

Reinette is the first guest Tony has had to his beach house. It's still not entirely decorated but he's paid Natasha overtime to get it at least halfway there. The living room where he's set up a small table is mostly done, minus some of the smaller touches. All in all, he's settling in rather nicely.

"JARVIS, let me know when she arrives. I'm going to change," Tony says as he heads upstairs toward the mostly unfinished bedroom.

⌈Of course, Mr. Stark.⌋

Integrating JARVIS into the house had been his first priority once he'd found the place.

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Reinette considers for a moment the TARDIS. A majority of the rooms are nothing like she's ever seen before. The control room, especially, is full of things she is all but terrified to touch. The Doctor had once tried to explain what each individual button, lever, and doodad did, but most of it was lost on her. But her room, on the other hand, her room was home. The TARDIS had created a room for her that mirrored her own in France, down the clock perched on the fireplace mantle.

"In some ways," she answers. "Certain aspects of my home remind me of events that happened to me in my world," she says, referencing the similarities between the flashing lights and wires of the TARDIS and those of the spaceship bearing her name, "while others are alien, and others yet would not be out of place in my world."

Tony nods as she answers his question, listening carefully. "I'm sure you'll adjust in time. People like us always do." He glances back to the house that so closely resembles his from home. "Although this may never really seem like home."

"What do you mean by 'people like us'? It seems you have quite the advantage over me, with all your knowledge of technology. I am knowledgeable of horses, not electric carriages. Books, not televisions. What share we in common?" Reinette asks. She follows his gaze to his home. "We must do what we can, I think. If we need be here, then my goal is to make my stay as joyous and like home as possible. I must sound terribly redundant by now, as many times as I have said that. Perhaps I am trying to reassure myself," she says with a smile.

"I could be wrong but I suspect that, like me, you find a way to bend the rules to suit you rather than bending to suit the rules," Tony answers. "You don't sound redundant. You sound as if you're determined. It could be a little bit of that as well." He returns her smile.

"I suppose that would describe me, yes. Not an admirable trait in a woman in my time. We should be seen and not heard," she explains, laughing. "But how else would one advance in life without bending a few rules or having a certain amount of determination?"

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"I'm not entirely sure it's regarded as widely as an admirable trait in women in my time either but it is one I admire. I'm not opposed to pretty women standing around quietly but I prefer someone who can hold a conversation and give as good as they get."

"A shame; I had hoped society would have changed after my time so as to allow women a bit more freedom. There are times when I must and do hold my tongue - a time and place, you know - but I prefer conversation and debate over submissive silence."

"The world has changed for women. Without a doubt and many of them are regarded as successful women. I think it's more of what's expected personally rather than in a business sense," Tony answers. He doesn't want to give her the wrong impression about women in his century.

She nods as she listens to his explanation. "I see. So while women have increased opportunity, it is not always they case that others feel they should take advantage of it. Some progress is quite better than none."

"I think you've got the gist of it," Tony nods pleased that she got the right idea from his muddled explanation.

"I think I might enjoy your time, then. It would be nice to not be told that everything I do is not acceptable behaviour from a woman. That I need learn my place," she says with mock sternness, shaking her finger as if admonishing someone.

Tony laughs out loud at her mock sternness along with finger shaking. "I think you'd like my time as well. You'd fit in quite well."

She joins him in the laugh. "Is that so? I am afraid I might be too technologically inept. Though I am sure I could learn."

"I think you'd adapt no matter what situation you were thrown into," he assures her with a lingering grin.

"The ability to adapt is an important one. If I am in possession of that ability at all, I owe it to experience." She returns his smile before looking back down the shore. "We have walked a good distance down the beach. Should we turn back?"

Tony glances back at the house then nods. "Probably a good idea. There's still dessert too. Outside of the scotch that's my favorite part."

Reinette looks out at the sea for a moment before turning back towards the house. "A mistress to make your wife jealous?" she asks with a smile, eyebrows raised.

That makes Tony chuckle and he shakes his head. "Dessert isn't something I indulge in often. Only special occasions like dinner with beautiful women."

"I believe I would have cause for concern should you ever cease your flattery," she laughs. "I would know you are not yourself."

I'll do my best not to disappoint and keep the secret deeply hidden from my clone," Tony jokes in return. Once they reach the steps he pauses to allow her to put her shoes back on.

She slips out of his arm, bending down to pull her shoes back on. Straps secured, she straightens, taking his arm again. With a nod up the stairs, she asks, "Shell we?"

Tony nods his approval and they start up the stairs. "Have the filters I set up for you been working out well?" he asks as the ascend the stairs.

"They have indeed. I am able to maintain a modicum of privacy with my postings now, and I must again express my gratitude to both you and JARVIS for it. Using them, I have managed to secure a gift of sorts for a friend. Without them, I should have had a hard time of it." She smiles up at him. "Thank you."

"It wasn't a problem at all. In fact we're both glad to be able to help you," he assures her. "From time to time I'll send you updates for them. JARVIS will walk you through setting them up. See you're getting more technological adapt already." Once they reach the door he holds it open for her.

She walks through the door with a thanks, finally loosening her hold on her skirts, smoothing out the wrinkles. "I imagine I shall miss all this technology when I return home. Instead of reaching for a pen and paper, I will wish to reach for my network device, only to find none there."