"Robb," she smiled softly. "Yes, he is somber, as most of the Starks are. This place doesn't grant much in the way of happiness save for the kind we make for ourselves. Or if our family joins us."

She wasn't that fortunate, but it was gratifying to see others were.

As the dogs started to chew on her bootlace, Margaery excused herself for a moment, only to dig out a bit of meat from her basket. "I brought something to eat. They might like it more than your boots?"