I'll learn. I think I can make eggs and bacon now, and stew. ( No more chickens for them, she means; though his jest about them makes her laugh. Now she knows what fruit he'll like; not only her own preference. ) Mm. Again, sometimes while we're at the market.

That settles the matter then, doesn't it? No more chicken, at least not every night. I'll learn to make approximations of what I grew up eating in Essos. And maybe you and I can work together on things you were fond of as a boy at Winterfell.

( It will bring them closer, if that's possible. She thinks it is; she's still learning things about him, and learning to reveal more to him in turn about her life. )

I didn't— ( Ah. Her expression fluctuates, her feelings on that abomination briefly clashing sharply with the otherwise good humour they foster together now. After taking a deep breath, she swallows the anger mention of him evokes in her. ) Hush. I'd still like to hear of that journey, what came before. Your time at the Wall.

I believe it did, too. Sometimes I would catch sight of you and watch when i thought you weren't looking. You are as beautiful a view as the sea.

( To her, they're inextricably linked. ) If I'd known someone like you existed in Westeros, I'd have been sorely tempted to sail sooner.

( Not play at being Queen in Meereen. Though doing so taught her much, and she ultimately has no regrets. )