[When she looks up, she is genuinely startled. Her eyes widen, her mouth opens...but it all soon gives way to a smile and slight bob of her body. Like a bow, maybe. Or a curtsey.
She hugs the book to her chest.] Is it simple? I'm not the world's best cook.
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She hugs the book to her chest.] Is it simple? I'm not the world's best cook.