>you surprise Irys with a trip to a high-class, Vegas-style buffet
>free to eat a multitude of meat dishes of all kinds prepared in a variety of ways
>watch her eat, bouncing cutely in her seat with each plate she clears
>you reach up with a fine linen napkin and gently pat her lips, now glossy with fat and grease
>you jokingly poke her stomach as she suggests you get some dessert. she pushes you away with a laugh, slightly embarrassed thinking of how much she's eaten
>the two of you arrive at the self-serve ice cream and find some young children struggling to work the controls
>you smile, take each of the small bowls the children are carrying and fill them
>you look up at irys and see her smiling at you and the kids warmly, her eyes shining
>"That was so cute, Anon. I hope this isn't too sudden, but seeing those kids really got me thinking..."