Jon wonders at how easily they seem to fall in with one another. Guinevere is bolder in some ways than he is and finds it easier to talk to those she doesn't know. There are lords in the North that Jon doesn't know very well and only when they're asking something of one another but Guinevere seems to navigate them with an ease rivaled only by Sansa. It's an enviable quality and one he's glad both his wife and his sister possess.

He keeps her hand in his as they eat and occasionally takes a moment to kiss her or lean in and say some sweet thing against her ear. The crowd cheers whenever he does and now that he's several tankards of ale in, he's a little bolder with his affection. There's a honeyed cake in the dessert course that he likes and he holds a bit up with his fingers, tempting Guinevere to eat from his hand.

"This one is my favorite," he murmurs. "They made it for me, especially, but it tastes bitter compared to you."