It was possibly the last thing Iris expected, for Maddox to offer her lunch, instead. Why was he doing all of this for her? Why now? There was no doubt in her mind that these changes in his behavior toward her made things more complicated than she ever intended. No, really, just being around him made things more complicated.
"I like the sweet crepes from that little cafe on 3rd street," she said, without putting a whole lot of thought to it. Those things were tasty and she had been meaning to stop by and get some for awhile now, but just hadn't gotten around to it. So, if he really wanted to get her something, those would definitely be good.
As for their project, outside of what was assigned, it was little hard to say. They needed proof that they were behaving like a married couple and a family, but outside of a picnic, she didn't have any immediate ideas of how they could spend time together. She'd need to give it some more thought. "One of the assignments is to make a list of baby gear and nursery items that we would purchase for our child, including a written page from each of us explaining our reasoning on selecting some of the items. They obviously want to make us actually research the products and have our own ideas, but still force us to agree on a list." It seemed like more of a challenge based on the concept of marriage, rather than raising a child. "We'll have to tackle that, at some point."
Once they'd made it to her house, it seemed that Iris had regained her barrings. She was no longer walking at an especially slow pace, but she still, secretly, appreciated that Maddox carried her things. "You can leave them right here, just inside the door," she told him, when he so obviously waited for her instructions, and she waited as he put them down for her. "I'll... see you tomorrow morning, then?"