Greta doesn't miss the little stumble, but Iman forges ahead, so she ignores it. The smile is more important; that's what she was going for.

"It behaves differently," she says, and her own smile is a bit rueful. 'Interesting' might be too kind a word for what her first attempts yielded. "The first loaf almost... well, it did fall apart, actually." She can't help blushing even as she chuckles. It's been years since she had anything turn out that poorly, and despite the excuse of strange new flour, it's still embarrassing. "But the second one was better. It has a nice texture when you get it right, it's just very..." she pauses, searching for the right word, "sensitive, I suppose. Little adjustments make a big difference. Normal flour is more forgiving."

Is this getting boring? She glances over at Iman, her smile widening. "I could go on about this sort of thing all day," she adds, drawing out the last two words in playful threat.