[His response is quiet and earnest. Lycka is everything he likes best about himself, after all; he's probably incapable of taking anything said about her as anything less than a compliment, in truth.]
Is there really? The cake was fresh out the last time I was here.
[On account of him. He goes right for it, Lycka acknowledging Sansa with a lowering of her enormous head. He returns with a slice held in his hand not unlike an apple.]
no subject
[His response is quiet and earnest. Lycka is everything he likes best about himself, after all; he's probably incapable of taking anything said about her as anything less than a compliment, in truth.]
Is there really? The cake was fresh out the last time I was here.
[On account of him. He goes right for it, Lycka acknowledging Sansa with a lowering of her enormous head. He returns with a slice held in his hand not unlike an apple.]