"Possessed" of an advanced artificial intelligence learning-alogrithm architecture – maybe. [ Tony shrugs. ] FRIDAY, could you say "hi" to our guest-slash-anachronism?

Hello, Geralt of Rivia.

[ He motions. ] See, talking wall's friendly. And brews a mean capuccino.

Thanks, Boss. You should try my Irish Coffee.

[ Tony's gaze follows Geralt's nod to one of the whiter sections of the hodgepodge landscape. He squints – takes in the black towers and crumbling ramparts, theoretically imposing even if the Avengers Tower's relative height means that they're peering down on it from above. He readies up a crack about Sauron's cozy summer home, when Geralt says – where I was raised.

Tony's thoughts stutter for the hundredth time this last week, caught off-guard by a grief whose shape he's still learning. He glances over. ]

Your kid. She grow up there, too?