"Good morning, Seldon," she greeted him. "I'm sure there's usually more activity the other way too, since there's not much up that hill. If you see Reede and other villagers heading up that way, could you please let me know?"
She turned back to Ivee, sympathetic. "Well, if you'd rather show off your cooking skills making me something else, I certainly wouldn't mind. I do know what it's like having parents trying to decide where you should put your focus."
There wasn't any other way to phrase it, and that was the most mild wording that came to mind for Zelda. Although Pruce was clearly nowhere near as overbearing and demanding as her father had been, and cooking biscuits and gravy was not something which hung life and death in the balance.