"Yes, please have mercy on your poor, untested brother," Robb agreed, nudging them both roughly, playfully aside so that they nearly stumbled.

"I've never had to work for my supper before. Margaery would likely say it's good for me. Father, too, I reckon." He paused in speaking, brow creasing as he considered his own words, and then huffed out a laugh. "Gods, if I ever end up comparing those two again, it'll be a miracle. She told me you built her fence. That was kind of you. Not that I would expect any less from our dear Jon," he finished in a fluttering, feminine voice.