At his instruction, she began lowering the pasta into the bubbling water; it seemed as though she might be splashed if she dumped it all in at once, so she added it gradually, then took up the nearby spoon, assuming she was to stir it in. Hopefully if anything else was required, he would inform her. She was not yet certain how this was calming, but it was pleasant in its own right, with the tangy smell of the sauce he was working on and a pause from washing dishes, which chore she loathed, if she were being honest.
"It is near dinnertime," she said by way of answer as she continued to stir, assuming he would tell her to stop if it was no longer required. And honestly, she was nearly always hungry lately, though she tried to space out her meals as she had been taught, eating small quantities and often. "If you are offering, I would enjoy tasting your... creation. It smells very appetizing." She eyed the skillet thoughtfully. "May I ask what is in the sauce?" she asked. Lord Demiel was quite fond of beef, and often, Juliette had to pick meat out of her meals; the cook was not there to be her personal servant, she was told over and over, and she was to eat what had been placed before her.