"There must be something," she prompted -- but then thought better of it. Perhaps it was even worse to tease the man about his meals, because she had seen the riots in King's Landing. Idly, she wondered if he had still been in town for the worst of it.


"Never you mind. We'll find favourites for you at the feast." And with that, she offered him only a slight (albeit friendly) bob of her head for a farewell.