Iman does continue petting Greta's hair, thoroughly enjoying it - she's so sweet and innocent, poor thing, wouldn't do to flirt with her, but she's lovely for casual affection, of which Iman is all in favor.

"Then we'll make it happen," says Iman brightly. "I'm good at that, you know. Making things happen. It's what I do. I'm a scientist."

Is there a faintly manic gleam in her eyes when she says this? Of course not, that would be silly. But can you imagine.

"What do you do?" she says, tilting her head back down. "Other than make delicious cookies." Speaking of - she shifts position just slightly, reaching out to take another one, before settling back and resuming the hair-stroking process.