[hr][hr][center][h1][color=40E0A6]Iris Rivers[/color][/h1][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/504122082729132034/727438599704018994/tumblr_5fda2e4541a1850f23f32523b2e1588a_7eae7852_1280.gif[/img][hr]
[color=40E0A6][b]Location:[/b][/color] Kitchen -> Living Room
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	Iris gave a nod of agreement when Annie delved into the topic of religion and its perseverance even in the face of alternative evidence. It was an clever analysis, but when Iris opened her mouth in order to discuss further, Lance, seemingly out of nowhere, began to chew her out. Her gaze shifted to him, eyes wide as he tore into her, her lips curling into a frown. It was clear from her expression that she seemed hurt. She would have expected that sort of disapproving rant from Mira or Bethany, what with how open in their abhorrence of her they were, but she'd come to think of Lance as a friend, even if he was too emotionally closed off to reciprocate. After a few moments, though, the hurt expression seemed to fade. Whatever it was that angered him, she got the feeling it wasn't her. As he apologized to her, Iris' frown softened into a small, comforting smile.

	[color=40E0A6]"It's cool dude, you seem like you've got a lot on your mind,"[/color] she softly said, putting her joint back between her lips before lightly patting Lance on the back. After a moment or two, she pulled her hand back and instead stuck her mug out to him. [color=40E0A6]"Y'know, my mom always says that nothing sooths a troubled soul quite like a candied pecan. Though to be fair, she says that about a lot of things,"[/color] she offered, following him and Marygold out the kitchen and in the direction of the living room.