It took Robb a moment to realize the woman was calling to him. There was quite possibly not a single person about the field who knew less about beans or soil or planting things than he did. Mark had given him specific instructions, and even so, Robb couldn't help but feel he must be following them poorly, if the state of his clothing was any sign.

"Good morning," he greeted in turn, squinting up at her as she approached. Distantly, he felt certain he'd seen her talking to Margaery, despite that he'd been admittedly bad about keeping up with his betrothed's social life. This was the sort of handsome woman one didn't easily forget.

"I certainly wouldn't say no, although I scarcely know what it is I'm doing as it is," he admitted with a faint, self-deprecating smile. "And it's rather messy work, I'm afraid."