"Yep. From Greek and everything," she says, tossing a little piece of chicken to Alfredo before putting the skewers in the oven and turning on the rice. "So Greek dishes are kind of my speciality. You haven't lived until you've tried my baklava."

Iris peeks out of the kitchen to make sure he's comfortable before bringing him out a glass of juice. "I hope you like juice... I wasn't really allowed to drink when I lived with my relatives so I don't have anything stronger right now."