She smiled in return, glad to see him so happy by the gift. "Happy Name Day." She murmured to him, another strike of lightening landing outside the house. Margaery's eyes glanced at the fire, watching as it flickered. It sputtered, cracking against the wood.

The draft was coming through the hearth, causing Margaery to shiver, even against the heat. Subconsciously, she scooted closer to Robb.

"I'm glad that you're enjoying it. I wish the weather was better for you."