Ms. Mertens has already laid out dinner, and Iria is waiting in the entry hall with her, caught up in a conversation about Ms. Mertens' day.

When Quatre walks in, they both look up and Ms. Mertens smiles, ducking a half-nod to the two of them before going to finish cleaning up for the night.

Iria smiles at Quatre. "Evening," she says warmly, voice carefully cast to carry no further than the entry way.