Heat filled her cheeks even still. She slowed down, though her fingers still trembled while she ate. Her eyes were averted while she chewed. The slice of bread was gone quickly enough. She hesitated, then reached for the bread again. The net piece was cut with all the dignity she could muster. Pippa spread butter across that and then ate it more slowly, no longer shaking by that point. She finally found the courage to look up and say a soft, "Thank you." It could be inferred that she meant "for everything."