"Yes! Definitely!" Iris grins, excited just at the thought of having plans to do something.

She skips over to the cabinet, pulling out a couple plates and spooning up the pasta. Putting a couple pieces of garlic bread on each, she carries them over and lays one down for Kennedy before taking her own seat. "Not really. I was cooking all day," she explains, sipping at the wine. "How about you? You were sketching when I came in, I guess?" She gestures to the scattered pencils and charcoal sticks.