Perhaps not called a smirk, but Alexandra took it as one. Hence concluding that he knew what he was doing. She was all to happy to play the game, it was getting boring around the house anyways. Yet she couldn’t help but feel disappointed when he finally turned away, rather then feeling the rush of the win.

With a light hum, she made her way over to her tutor and took one of the seats, not bothering to straighten out her own dress. It was beyond the point in time where she would care if it wrinkled.

“I don’t have a preference. Just doubted if egg was enough to balance out the dry. Would it not just crumble away?” she replied in turn.