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"Just what you like to do with pens when you think no one's looking."

It's even true, in a very broad sense.

He cracks up.

"I claim total innocence in this matter."

Cal laughs, too.

"Of course you do," he says.

"Oh, Tony knows I have no difficulty admitting guilt where appropriate."

"'S true," he agrees, rubbing the back of his head. "Man, I want pizza."

(Sherlock gets a hint of a not this again look on his face.)

Cal, as may be evident from his response, does not see the look on Sherlock's face.

"We could order some."

"Sherry, don't even. Sure, let's order pizza."

Cal pauses, glancing at Sherlock.

. . . ah. This is kind of a thing, isn't it?

"By all means let us order pizza."

Yes. Yes, it is a thing. But no one seems especially eager to let Cal in on the details.

Cal is totally okay with that. He could probably puzzle most of it out for himself if he tried. He wouldn't even have to try that hard.

"Okay," he says gamely. "Where from?"

It's important to decide on that before you decide on toppings. Some places do some things better than others.

Tony laughs.

"Sherry, don't even," he says, much more cheerfully. "How 'bout Domino's again?"

He quirks a wry smile. "No objections."

"Sounds good," Cal says brightly.

He's sure he'll enjoy it more this time than he did last time.

"Hawaiian for you?" he inquires, by way of confirmation.

"Hawaiian for me," Cal - uh, confirms.

"Then Jarvis, if you please...?"

"Right away, sir."

(Tony double-takes a little, after a second, because he remembers Cal doesn't know what Jarvis is. But, he reasons, Cal probably also doesn't know how ludicrous it would be to trust the usual kind of quote-unquote AI to order pizza, and on such vague instructions.)

Tony is not wrong. Cal just sort of vaguely assumes that there are like, keywords. Or something. Especially with how often pizza probably gets ordered here.

Tony's reaction gets a curious glance, though.

He manages—well, he manages what to most people would probably be a face that looks like it is not hiding anything.

But luckily he has the perfect excuse to not be here acting suspicious anymore.

"Lemme go clean up so I can eat with you guys like," he wrinkles his nose in mock annoyance, "a civilized person."

"Heaven forfend," Sherlock says dryly.

"Does that mean we might actually use plates this time?" Cal asks.

"Perhaps if we move quickly to occupy the kitchen before he returns."