"You're okay," says Iman quietly, trying not to burn too bright red - even though Greta can't see, Angus could. Calm down, this is a perfectly normal procedure, girls playing with each other's hair. Just don't think about how nice Greta's hands feel and how good she smells no, incorrect, chill the fuck out. Aqil flaps over abruptly, lands in her lap and pecks at her hand.

"OW," she yelps, indignant, then immediately to Greta: "Sorry! Sorry. You're fine, it's just my dumb bird." She tosses him lightly and he recovers in midair, landing back on Greta's dog. "He's starved for attention."

He gives her a reproachful look. Just trying to help distract you. She scowls back at him. Little shit.