Sansa is already considering the fabric that she had gotten during the last holidays when there had been snow on the ground. There was still enough of it that she could make a lovely dress for their wedding day but she wonders if that is a foolish desire too. Especially given that it could probably be used for better things.

"I would marry you tomorrow if you wanted." She tells him, smiling up into his face when he leans back from kissing her on the forehead. "But when there is snow on the ground would be nice. Maybe at the Inn?"