[Elizabeth looks up from putting her journal into a bag and gives Robert a brief smile.]

You mean a maid? Mr. Lutece, there isn't any money here. Who would work as a maid for free? [She gives Robert a dubious smile and puts the bag on her shoulder.] Besides, I should learn. It'll probably be easier to feed you if you watch me prepare it, right?

[Elizabeth has never been above guilt manipulation, clearly.]