Annie knew that she probably hadn't needed to tell Jarvis not to tattle on her about what she'd said. But she wanted the AI to know that she hadn't meant it. She didn't think that any machines were dumb.
Her steak was mostly finished, those parts that weren't too burned to eat, and so she moved on to the potatoes. Never in her life had she had flakes of potato before, part of her felt like they might have been extra starchy, but she couldn't really say one way or the other. Maybe Tony just had a different way of making them. They weren't bad, either way.
"Where do you think they put the hats?" Annie had realized that they'd been missing and she hadn't been the one to take them off. She didn't think Tony had either, which meant - to her mind - that the robots had likely stashed them somewhere. Waffle had taken up the theft as easily as a fish takes to water. So far, though, the little arm wasn't taking things that she noticed. She'd just seen it wandering off with discarded wire and extra washers.