Robb came into the kitchen while Margaery was mixing all the ingredients. Unable to help himself, he dips his finger along the edge of the bowl just before she runs water to clean it.

Licking the batter from his finger, there was a hint of a very rare smile in the corners of his lips to her. "It's going to be good."

The shutters rattled as the wind picked up, and Robb paused a moment, listening. He was confident they would be fine; he had batten them down several times. Giving her arm a squeeze he moved to go change his clothes.