"She's not a sow of a bear," Taylor protests, taking umbrage at the remark, "more like a lynx, all sleek and dangerous."<br/><br/>"And hey, in terms of getting ahead, bad things so far have helped us get further along.  The weather got worse, we found Iris who might know something to help us.  You know what?  'What could possibly go wrong', 'It can't be that bad', 'The plan is fool proof': now we'll definitely get a solid lead on things."<br/><br/>Taylor hurries down the street, almost with inhuman speed, and enters the restaurant.  The fanciness would normally bother him, but his focus is only on one thing.<br/><br/>"Iris!"<br/><br/>((I wonder if I get a fate token for Taylor being a lovestruck moron...))