[ Once again, he moves faster than she can even process it – and before she can even draw a breath, he's pulled out chairs. Iris laughs, shaking her head a little, ] I'm not gonna make you do that.

[ Yet she doesn't quite let go of his hand as she takes a seat. She's been especially fond of holding onto him, as if she's afraid the porter will snatch him away again. Barry is home, and when he's not with her (when he's not in this world), the world doesn't feel like home. Even if they've found a new rooftop for their nighttime rendezvous. She does, however, shift so she can pull out her trusty tape recorder. ]

Just to make it all official. [ ... ] I'm legally obligated to ask you if it's okay, so... if it's not, we're good. I brought my notebook too.

[ and two very empty coffee mugs, since every good interviewer brings a drink or two to the table. ]