Oh, what a grump. Greta tsks at him, managing an amused, "That last hug was for you!" before he's out the door. Typical. Maybe she'll leave a little basket of muffins outside his door later.

Iman's arm might not be entirely restored, then, but this is still an enormous accomplishment, and a far sight better than just having an inert limb hanging at her side. Greta catches Iman's hand when she waves it in front of her, suddenly struck with the impulse to do something more - something absurd, like press a kiss to her palm. The thought makes her cheeks prickle with embarrassment, and she settles for giving Iman's hand a gentle squeeze.

"Come on, then," she says, pulling her into the kitchen. "I'm teaching you how to make muffins."