Someone enjoying hard labor? You didn't see that very often. Jess could, and did, work himself to the bone without complaint, but that didn't mean he wouldn't rather be doing anything else in the world. He had a feeling if he tried to imitate the honest, simple satisfaction in her voice, he wouldn't sound half as convincing.

"You know, I think this might be the first time I've heard someone say they found something pleasant about this place," he mused, quirking his brows at Margaery. He didn't mean that in a bad way. It was just... different.

"You said the spinning wheel was in one of your boxes. What was in the other?"