[Barbara's doubts fade, a little, and she's pretty sure she's smiling like a schoolgirl. It should be embarrassing, really, but it's just the two of them and it's kind of nice, really, just - feeling goofy and wayward and young. She hasn't felt young for a long time.]
Hey yourself.
[Iris' room is - it's not surprising in the least, actually. It's so different from hers, clutter and colour and chaos, but in a comforting sort of way. Delighted laughter falls from her lips when she sees the painting.
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Hey yourself.
[Iris' room is - it's not surprising in the least, actually. It's so different from hers, clutter and colour and chaos, but in a comforting sort of way. Delighted laughter falls from her lips when she sees the painting.
And then her brow furrows, as she peers at it.]
Is that a Dalí?