"What?" Crap. Nooooo. This is precisely what she didn't want to happen. "No, no it's fine! Sweetheart, it's fine." She lifts her hand gingerly from the dish to rest it on Greta's head. "It just surprised me, that's all. It was sweet."

She curls her fingers, scritching gently at Greta's scalp. She hopes that's not weird. "You're my friend," she says. "I know you aren't mothering me."