Primrose wasn't buying it.
"Atmospheric pressure" was a flimsy excuse. She knew how magic worked in Beastly B.A.D.S. Teleportation circles might fail in a storm, but simple "I'm Alive" pings? Those cut through anything.
Caspian was hoarding her.
So, she decided to investigate.
For the next two days, Primrose played the role of the dutiful Chef. She made Kimchi Jjigae (sealed in spicy dumplings). She made fluffy pancakes. She smiled.
But the moment Caspian went into his Meditation Cycle, she moved.
She tried to sneak into the Echo Room.
The door had a new lock. A biometric scale-scanner. She didn't have scales.
She tried to bribe a guard with a cinnamon roll.
The guard took the roll, ate it, and then politely escorted her back to the kitchen, saying, "The King worries you might get lost."
She tried to eavesdrop on the Council Meeting through the water flow system pipes.
Just as she got into position, Caspian appeared floating right next to the vent.
