Maybe the Greeks Had a Word
There needs to be a specific category of friendship for those who will reliably tell you if you have something on your face, nose, or teeth. Especially at work, it’s hard to know if anyone is covering you. Once it happens, you can pretty much relax in all cases when that person is around.
I think of this as I down a çok güzel chunk of Turkish chocolate and get that tell-tale back-of-hand smear of molten chocolate. You have to wonder if there’s more where that came from. But, aside from going all the way to the restroom across the floor (hence advertising any possible malady to the whole office), there aren’t a lot of options.