"Probably best that you saw through me. I'm not sure I'd have been able to make the cup when pressed." It wasn't like she'd exactly been the type of child who had hot chocolate all the time. She'd been lucky to scrounge up what food she could. Lucky that she hadn't been caught out sooner than she had with Charles. They might not have been able to see through her, like Charles had, but she could still have come face to face with the person she was pretending to be.

"Believe I am who I say I am, or are you going to have to question me?"