"Mmmm'okay!" says Iman gamely, shifting and flopping awkwardly around like a beached fish as she forces herself upright. This isn't so bad! She can do this! Yeah!!!
She staggers to the kitchen holding her drink and Greta's empty glass in one hand, gently nudging her phone along on the floor as it continues to chirp with Rush's helpful fucking advice nuggets.
"Don't touch it I got it," she says, setting the glasses down and folding over on herself to recover the phone. She studies his nonsense for a while before punching out another response, then pockets it and looks up at Greta. "Okay, what're we doin? PIE!" She grins excitedly as she notices the piece of pie. "Is that for me?? Gretaaaa, you got pie for me!" She slumps forward and wraps her arm around Greta's shoulders.
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She staggers to the kitchen holding her drink and Greta's empty glass in one hand, gently nudging her phone along on the floor as it continues to chirp with Rush's helpful fucking advice nuggets.
"Don't touch it I got it," she says, setting the glasses down and folding over on herself to recover the phone. She studies his nonsense for a while before punching out another response, then pockets it and looks up at Greta. "Okay, what're we doin? PIE!" She grins excitedly as she notices the piece of pie. "Is that for me?? Gretaaaa, you got pie for me!" She slumps forward and wraps her arm around Greta's shoulders.