"Your kingdom?" Well, Rapunzel was a princess. He did his best to keep his expression neutral as he poured her a glass of a red dessert wine. It was meant to be dessert wine. For his palate, it might be a bit much, but he figured that she had a sweet tooth and the sweeter, the better.
"Not your fault, ma belle. If it weren't for my job, I probably would have never left France." Pip shrugged, then sat and picked up the knife. "Non, that's all right. How big of a slice do you want?"