Whether it qualified as a secret or not was, she'd assumed, a matter of personal preference. Whatever hints he might drop, it's not her intention to pry. So she's surprised when he starts talking about whether or not it's supposed to be a secret, as if it isn't entirely up to him. Or wasn't, where he came from.

It doesn't take him long to decide that it's not a secret here, at any rate. Greta pulls a face in spite of herself at the explanation. "A spider? That sounds... unpleasant." Spider bites, in her experience, don't give the receiver anything more exciting than a nasty welt.

"I'll be sure to adjust my portions, then," she adds with a wry smile. "Can't have you eating us out of house and home."