"You'd be popular at a circus then," she teases. "I'd have stubbed my toe immediately and thrown a fit, tossing the food everywhere."

Kennedy looks around her place, taking it in for the first time as a visitor would. Actually, Iris is her first visitor here. She smiles. "Thank you. I know I have the bare minimum, but this is where most of my painting happens so, needed the space."

"Speaking of space, I hope you don't mind eating on the floor? I have really nice pillows to cushion your butt, though."