"Ah," Greta says with a little nod. It makes as much sense as anything else. Actually, it makes more sense than 'we met in a dream,' but given that's how she and Johnny met as well, it doesn't seem so strange.

But now he looks miserable, out of nowhere. She pulls back the latest muffin scrap, a faint line appearing between her brows. "Is something wrong?" she asks. "Besides the, er, obvious?" His expression isn't pained, so she doesn't think it's the thorns, and she's certain the muffin isn't the problem. Is he sweet on Iman, as Gabriel seemed to be? She couldn't blame the poor lad if he was - Iman is kind and clever and very pretty - but someone with magic makes for rather stiff competition, she supposes.