Sansa pushed the pieces of food around her plate. Her appetite had waned considerably since the meal's outset. Of course, she couldn't say that she wasn't hungry. Saying such things only brought attention to them, and attention was the last thing she craved. Idly, she wondered how Gendry could eat so much at a time like this -- where even the structure and destination of tomorrow was so up in the air. Undecided. Such uncertainty made her sick.

Best not to mention the choice at all, and stick to the subjects which were safe and appealing. Appealing to him, at least, as she watched him pile his plate higher.

"Save room for sweets."