Iris smiles happily to see him eating so much. She loves it when people enjoy her food and she's sure he doesn't get enough most days. "Some... strange ones, but generally everyone here is so much nicer than in Seattle. Maybe because it isn't raining all the time here," she muses.

She tuts at herself, scratching his ears. "Sorry, buddy," she coos. "I'll get you another biscuit later to make up for it."