Steady though Felicity seemed, the cook's voice from nearby startled a little yelp from her, and it was lucky that she was already sliding the dish into the water when it slipped from her fingers. Fishing it out and swallowing, she nodded and turned to face the cook, preferring to show her apron-covered front than her still-naked and abused back and rear.<br/><br/>"Chop vegetables? Yes... I can do that." It was oddly a relief - not a chore she had cherished at home, she now welcomed the offer of food preparation as a bit of normalcy in this mad castle.