Iman glances up at Greta, smiling faintly, turning more to a grin at the hilarious threat.
"Thanks," she says, leans up and gives her a little kiss on the cheek which is a terrible, stupid idea and she should not have done it but it's too late now so she just reddens equally and focuses on making drinks, dropping into a teacherly tone as she walks Greta through it.
Several drinks later (she hasn't been counting, whoops) she's lying on the floor with her legs up on the couch, giggling uncontrollably, useless arm propped on a pillow and the other one thrown over her face.
"But that doesn't make sense!" she wails, half-weeping in hysterics. "You can't have birds just like LIVING in a baked pie that - your world makes no sense!" This with an accusing finger which very quickly retracts to a hand over her face, and another peal of embarrassed laughter.
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"Thanks," she says, leans up and gives her a little kiss on the cheek which is a terrible, stupid idea and she should not have done it but it's too late now so she just reddens equally and focuses on making drinks, dropping into a teacherly tone as she walks Greta through it.
Several drinks later (she hasn't been counting, whoops) she's lying on the floor with her legs up on the couch, giggling uncontrollably, useless arm propped on a pillow and the other one thrown over her face.
"But that doesn't make sense!" she wails, half-weeping in hysterics. "You can't have birds just like LIVING in a baked pie that - your world makes no sense!" This with an accusing finger which very quickly retracts to a hand over her face, and another peal of embarrassed laughter.