There, now, this is much better. And how fitting, she thinks a bit wryly, that the way to this little girl's heart would be through her stomach, too. But unlike the last one, she expects Lilly isn't used to eating well. Goodness knows how they got by when they were living in the woods, but no one accustomed to plenty would bolt down food like that. It's not as if Aziraphale's been starving her, after all; it must be an old habit. The poor thing.

"You're welcome," she says, smiling warmly down at the girls. "And there's plenty more where that came from."

Now that Lilly seems a bit more at ease, Greta risks dropping into a crouch beside the girl. "Can you tell me what you're drawing?" she asks. Then, pointing at the smallest of the vaguely person-shaped scrawls, she hazards, "Is that you?"