Iman breaks into a sort of dumb grin, entirely (and a bit guiltily) charmed by the idea. Aqil chooses not to say anything.

"Yeah," she says, gathering her hijab up and pulling it off entirely to let her hair roam free. "Let's give it a try."

She leads them onto the nearest island from the little bridge, and settles down into a shady spot near the water's edge, patting the sand beside her for Greta to sit. This is weird, or is it? Whatever. She is going to goddamn enjoy herself and that's that.