Sansa looked up at the sound of her friend's voice and smiled, her features softening with the fondness that she felt for the other woman. She wasn't sure that she could ever explain how good it was for Sansa to have Margaery there in the strange village they found themselves in now but she hoped that Margaery was aware of how happy she was.

Of course, there was a look of concern when she looked briefly at where the bruise was before focusing on the question and nodding. "I am. These little things, the fritters, are quite good."

"And no, I don't know if that's true." She shook her head at the mention that maybe she was a better cook. "I could maybe make a couple things but nothing like this. I fear the only thing I might be useful for is making clothes for people."