Today's the day. He knows before he's properly awake that the postman's ring had an extra spark to it. He's grinning, humming absently to himself, as he undoes the door and find the parcel waiting for him. He's whistling as he enters the workshop properly.

He almost forgets, in his eagerness to get the android complete, to turn Jarvis properly back on. He notices when he instinctively starts to ask, "Jarvis, is th--"

Right. On with the box.

"Good morning, handsome."