Without the little keyboard in his hands, Jarvis was back to relying on what he had at his ready disposal, which meant snorting softly at Tony's explanation of why they needed a lemon tree. Lime would be better; less likely to provoke raised eyebrows, and more useful for cocktails. It was why there was an herb garden growing on one of the terraces, actually. Mint was apparently a crucial necessity for cocktails, and so far Jarvis could only manage any gardening skills on a very small, very manageable level.
There seemed to be a reason they didn't have a whole garden anywhere, and not only because everything in the Capitol sprawled up and not out. This was a city of gleaming walls and spires, innovation and little interest in green, growing things. Fads came and went, though, depending on the home of Victors and whether or not it was something that could be embraced en masse.
After a moment, he found a stool and drew it over, allowing himself a place to sit. Usually he would avoid it, but this was a project for him and that meant he could watch. Hopefully, anyway.
Jarvis leaned forward when prompted, hands hovering as he spared Tony an eloquent, droll look of non-surprise. Yes, he knew Tony's middle name. He also knew his birthday, allergies, food and drink preferences, daily schedule, and a million other details from information on clothing and laundry requirements to what kind of sheets needed to be bought when the next set was inevitably ruined. After a long moment of that look, Jarvis nodded his answer, typed in his preferred passcode, and withdrew again with a little go on gesture.