Greta barks out a laugh, pressing her free hand to her reddening cheek. "I've only just talked myself into trying something like this, and you already want me suited up, photographed, and slapped onto a bloody billboard. And that's all assuming I'm even allowed, with all the Bake-Off contracts I had to sign."

She'd have to check them again for specifics, but there might be something about not using whatever notoriety the show gave her to advertise for other things. It's not a detail that had stuck with her, as it wasn't something she could quite imagine at the time -- anyone caring enough what she thought to go out and buy things, en masse, on the strength of her recommendation.

Nina hiccups, and Greta bites back a smile. "You've a rowdy tenant, I take it." It's the sort of thing she'd expect Nina to technically be able to use her magic for, but she also wouldn't blame her for not wanting to meddle with her unborn child that way.