( The look on his face has her heart doing backflips in her chest, and she takes a bite, tiny and delicate with a nip of her teeth. Its taste is different, more nutty and sharp and sweet all at once on her tongue than she's ever been used to. When she's swallowed it, she smiles back at him. )

The fare seems very rich at Winterfell; I like it very much.

( Yes, she does; and she'll follow that up with crumbling some over a piece of goat meat, tender and savoury; and then consuming it in short order. No hesitation in her now, likely to his amusement. )

Indeed. There were times—where we had less, and sometimes had to eat less desirable things. Both before and during my time with the Dothraki.