Primrose's expression softened. She hated hearing Pippa think of herself that way, but knowing what the girl had gone through, Primrose could understand why she thought like that.
Pippa had spent too long living in a place where her worth depended on how useful she could be.
"I know I'm still not that stable, but I… I can work properly," Pippa hurriedly promised. "And I'll learn as hard as I can. I promise."
The more she spoke, the more desperate she sounded, as though she was afraid Primrose would reject her immediately.
So instead of saying no, Primrose asked gently, "What have you been interested in lately? Cooking?"
Pippa's eyes widened. "Ah, no, no!" She quickly shook her head. "I can't cook. I only go to the kitchen to watch the cooks, and…"
Her voice suddenly became smaller. "And I'm sorry for stealing the palace's food."
Primrose blinked, then she couldn't help but chuckle. "You're not stealing any food."
Pippa looked up at her in confusion, but said nothing.
