In lieu of answering verbally, Iris cants her head to the side, motioning to a two-seating couch that not only looks ridiculously comfortable, it has all the throw pillows one could ever want. She sinks down on it, and only speaks once Henry's joined her.

"I've never heard of a walking taco, but I love tacos, so I can't imagine it's not glorious. What makes a taco walk?"