"Worldly," Iris offered, for Irene's adjective. Irene was indeed wordly, an American opera singer in Europe was a unique thing, and like Iris Irene had the gift of tongues, though she used it to increase her musical stature. She had traveled much in Russia where Iris had not, which explained some of her comfort around Katya that had no other explanation. "Or maybe just Victorian. She's very caught up in manners." So she could break them skillfully, but Iris didn't mention that bit. She also decided to refer to Irene in the third person as much as possible--no one needed to know how alike they were.
"I don't have any of those," Iris admitted freely. "The women I work with are not very friendly. I work part time, I take their hours... they are not happy about this." She shrugged, as if she could hardly blame them. "I can bribe you with more sweet things." Iris smiled back. "There are always leftovers from the coffee shop."