"Oh, it's-" She stops, screeches to a halt, more like, when Greta reaches out to clear the mess with - does she realize what she's - how intimate this - oh, okay, all right, yeah. This is happening. And now she's...

Iman stares at her for a long moment as her brain completely flatlines. That was nothing. It was nothing! Just a doting maternal gesture, or a favor from a friend who gives no fucks, why bother being a prude about it, right?

Get it together holy shit, any minute she's going to notice this very conspicuous goddamn silence. Iman clears her throat and opens her mouth to accept the next bite, grinning at her, hopefully not too manic about it.

"I bet yours would be better," she says, frantically moving forward.