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Private conversation between Tony Stark and his sister Amelia, as recorded by Jarvis.
Recording begins.
"Tony,"
"Yes, Amelia?"
"Where's the piano?"
"Erm..."
"Oh, no,"
"We-ell,"
"Just spit it out, Tony!"
"All right, all right [pause] I broke it."
"…"
"Um, Ames, will you stop glaring at me, please?"
"Do I even want to know?"
[sigh] "You're going to kill me."
"Brilliant deduction, Sherlock, now spit it out."
"I was testing out my suit and was trying to land on the roof but I crashed through it instead, thus the gaping holes in the floor and the ceiling in the living room, breaking the piano and one of my cars in the process, happy?"
"Tony, that piano was from Dad!"
"I know, I know, I'll order you a new one,"
"A Grand?"
"Yes, a Grand,"
"Just like the other one?"
"Just like the other one. Anything else, sister mine?"
"No,"
"Fine, then, I'll be in my shop."
[receding footsteps stop]
"Ames?"
"Yes, Tony?"
"I'm sorry,"
"I know."
"I will order you another one, that's a promise."
"You'd better."
END Recording.
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