(CW just in case)

She had just finished the soup, her belly rumbling at the smell of it. It wasn't as good as what she tasted, so she adjusted until it tasted acceptable, not knowing if Pippa would even care at this point. She could not say what was missing but it would be figured out another time. As far as the bread went, she burned her last attempt so she had simply bought enough for the next few days. It would be just fine in soup when stale.

She put the lid back on the pot and went upstairs to the attic to check on Pippa, who she found deeply asleep and she wasn't about to disturb the girl. Once she got back to the kitchen, she began to serve a bowl to herself along with some bread.