"It's okay!" she squeaks out. "You're- I mean. It's fine!"

"God!" she hisses quietly, mentally kicking herself. Iris moves out of the living room and into the kitchen, frantically taking things out of the fridge and cupboards to start anxiety cooking up some breakfast. Within minutes, she has bacon frying and omelettes started, with muffins in the oven. She grabs a seat at the counter, desperately getting down her second mug of coffee and praying her blush goes down significantly before he comes back out.