“Thanks for coming, by the way. I appreciate the company.” He shot a quick look at the kitchen. “Do you want to eat something? It was a long flight. I can make sandwiches. It’s still one of the few dishes I can make without messing up somewhere in the process.” He chuckled.
Jeyne pouted at Robb, batting her eyelashes in a comical manner. “Aw, look who’s getting sentimental on me,” she said, propping herself up to plant a kiss on Robb’s cheek. “You do know I’m here for you always, right? Knowing you, you’ve probably forgotten.” She took her place back on Robb’s shoulder, sighing contently until she realized her stomach was growling. She wasn’t aware of the fact that she was hungry until Robb mentioned food.
Jeyne gasped in feigned shock. “Sandwiches? That sounds delightful, chef Stark. I’ll gladly try your sliced bread delicacies,” she said, laughing a little. Even if she saw him constantly, she had missed Robb. Being here, just the two of them, kind of made up for lost time. Even if they had other things to worry about, it felt good to leave them aside just for a few days to enjoy themselves. Even if everyone was probably assuming the worst, she felt right. Happy. She blamed Robb for being such sunshine. “Unless you don’t want to. We can order take out,” she said, looking up at him again. “I know I’m your guest and all but don’t you go all shining knight on me.” She punched him playfully. “You worry too much.”