"It was an accident!" she insists between giggles. The whole thing is both more embarrassing and more hilarious than it has any right to be, and her vague awareness of that fact only makes her laugh harder. By the time she's able to shove herself upright, she has to sheepishly wipe a few tears of mirth away. Honestly. She should probably get a glass of water or something.

She props her head against the heel of her hand and smiles down at the table. "Well, you can always get some here," she says. It's partly a standing invitation, and partly a statement of fact. Store-bought bread might keep longer, but in her opinion, it's not as good as what she can make, herself.

Then, with an amused glance at Iman's phone, "Who on earth are you talking to?"