[Iris settles herself in a chair opposite after taking her own saucer, too. Despite her expected childlike mannerisms—she still swings her legs, for example–she has the mien of an adult. Not so much that of a child forced to grow up quickly, but rather a young mind that's developed swiftly enough to outpace her age.

...But it's more her adolescent wonder that takes over right now. She nods, but shelves the notion for later with her words.]

What Hurley said. I'm still interested in the opinions of those from completely different worlds! But I don't mean to rush anyone, either; teatime is for proper introductions and stories, and-

[Leans forward.]

I want to hear about how the both of you met!

[She wants to hear it from Sprezzatura, anyway. It's more ~exciting~ than hearing it from Hurley for the nth time.]