That's what they all say. I think it's beef stroganoff today, anything in that you can't eat?

[Five or six minutes later, she's at the pub door, a covered tray in one hand and a pamphlet in the other. Elvis and Solace are wearing rhinestone collars (one pink and one one turquoise, with their nails painted to match) but no leashes, though they stay decorously at Iris' sides.

Iris has lost the labcoat, and is now wearing a moderately smart leopardskin jacket over a black glitter tube top and zebra-print leggings. Her grin when she sees Ricki lights up her face with enthusiasm, making her seem to take up more space than her five foot nothing frame actually does.]

There you are! You 'old this while I open the door, lovey.