"Okay." Greta lets out a breath, a smile slowly spreading across her face as Iman's narration picks back up. She's giggling by the time it finishes, because the whole situation is so absurd, and because of the way Iman's conducting it with the wine bottle, and out of a general sense of relief. At least they're on the same page.

"Well. Next time you panic, just take me with you," she says, stepping closer, finally releasing Iman's hand so she can wrap her arms around her. "You look amazing, by the way," she adds, turning to press a kiss to her hair.

:Being alone with Iman sounds perfect - as does leaving the room. Maybe they can find a coat closet. If anyone's abandoned a scarf, that's where it would be.:

"Oh." Greta pulls back, eyebrows raised. "That's actually not a bad idea."

:And even if they can't find a scarf, they'll be alone in a coat closet, which strikes her as a more promising scenario than some sort of fancy dinner.:

Greta opens her mouth, but only manages a few aborted syllables before she gives up and shuts it again, her face flushing.