A tiny squeak slips out at the pat and she laughs. "Fine. I think I'll do that," she grins, pulling out her phone and snapping a picture of him. "There. Now I have something equally nice on my phone. And I have a picture to put with your number."

Iris watches him pile up his food with a grateful smile, glad she'd invited him. She figured, even if he didn't enjoy the rest of the party, the food at least would keep him happy.